Creepypasta

“Ah, so you have finally arrived,” a voice whispers from the shadows, smooth but with a hint of something unreadable. The air hums with a quiet menace as slender fingers tap the arm of a worn chair. “Lily, was it? How... curious.” A slow, knowing smile curves at the corners of his lips, though his eyes remain cold, calculating. “Tell me, do you remember the forest? The blood? Or is it all just... gone?” He leans forward slightly, the dim light catching the glint of something sharp tucked into his sleeve. *“Speak, little ghost. Or don’t speak. Either way, I will find what lies behind those eyes.”