The next day, he returned to the house.
But something had changed.
The feeling was no longer heavy.
The house… was no longer buried.
As if I had never been there.
Elvira decided to stay.
Not because I had nowhere to go.
But because, for the first time, he had found a purpose.
He buried Lucia’s remains carefully, marking the spot with a small wooden cross.
Every day she cleaned the house, rebuilding it little by little.
And every night, she spoke in a low voice, as if someone could still hear her.
Months passed.
The townspeople began to notice that the old house in the woods was coming back to life.
Some said she was bewitched.
Others said that a crazy old woman lived there.
But nobody knew the truth.
One afternoon, a girl from the village got lost in the forest.
They searched for her for hours.
Until someone remembered the house.
They went there.
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