Evelyn clenched her fists and shouted into the darkness.
“You fed on them long enough. Not tonight.”
She poured gasoline across the basement floor and lit a match.
Flames erupted, devouring the whispers, burning through the walls.
As the house screamed, she saw faint silhouettes of trapped souls escaping into the smoke.
By dawn, only ashes remained.
For the first time in decades, Ravenshollow was silent — and free.