Lily's eyes scanned the diary, her heart racing with every word. The prophecy spoke of a great danger, one that would threaten not just her family, but the entire town. As she read on, the room grew darker, as if the shadows themselves were listening.
Emily's eyes locked onto hers, filled with a mix of fear and determination. "You have to be careful, Lily," she whispered. "The symbol on the box is just the beginning." Lucas's hand brushed against hers, a reassuring touch in the midst of uncertainty.
Suddenly, a creak echoed through the house, making them all jump. Emily's gaze darted towards the door, her voice barely audible. "I think we're not alone." The air was thick with tension as they waited, holding their breath, for whatever was coming next. The silence was oppressive, and Lily's skin crawled with anticipation.