Mr. Brown's words hung in the air, filled with an ominous tone. I leaned forward, my heart racing with anticipation. "What do you mean it's far from over?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Mr. Brown's expression turned somber. "The Smiths' legacy is one of tragedy and darkness. Emily's death was just the beginning. The family was plagued by supernatural occurrences, and some say they were cursed."
I felt a chill run down my spine. "Cursed?" I repeated.
Mr. Brown nodded. "Yes, cursed. You see, the mansion was built on an ancient burial ground, and some say that the spirits of the dead were disturbed. The Smiths didn't believe it, but they paid the price."
I pulled out my notebook and began to scribble down notes. "Do you think the curse is still active?" I asked.
Mr. Brown's eyes locked onto mine. "I know it is. People who have gone into that mansion have never come out the same. Some say they've seen Emily's ghost, others claim to have been possessed by dark forces."
I felt a shiver run down my spine. "What about the messages?" I asked. "The ones that say 'They're coming for you'?"
Mr. Brown's expression turned grave. "I think it's a warning. A warning that the curse is closing in. You're getting close to uncovering the truth, and they don't want you to."
Suddenly, the lights in the room flickered, and I felt a cold breeze pass through. Mr. Brown's eyes darted towards the door. "I think it's time for you to leave," he whispered.
As I stood up to leave, I heard a faint whisper in my ear. "It's too late."