BURIED ALIVE

Angela's chest heaved as she chased the ethereal figure through the twisting paths of the orchard, her footsteps pounding against the hard earth. The full moon cast an eerie glow over the scene, casting long shadows that danced and writhed like dark specters. She had come here seeking vengeance for her sister's death, but now she was being tormented by the very spirit that haunted her dreams.
The fog that swirled around her feet was thick and suffocating, muffling her footsteps and leaving her disoriented. A single lamppost flickered in the distance, casting a sickly yellow light that illuminated the steps leading up to the mansion. But Angela was oblivious to her surroundings, her eyes fixed on the white figure that beckoned her on.
"Show yourself!" she cried out, her voice echoing through the empty night. "I know you're not a ghost! Who are you?"
Her heart hammered in her chest as she approached the forbidden veranda behind Leonardo's studio. There, in the shadows, stood the woman in white. Her features were obscured by the swirling mist, but Angela could feel the weight of her gaze upon her.
"Tell me who you are!" Angela demanded, her voice trembling with fear and anger. Angela's pulse quickened, her breath catching in her throat.
The figure remained silent, her ghostly presence exuding an unsettling aura. "You seek vengeance," she said, her voice like the rustle of leaves on a chill autumn night. "But be careful what you wish for, my dear. Sometimes the truth is far more terrifying than any ghost."