The Mystery Deepens
The incidents escalated from eerie sounds to physical signs—tools went missing, and enormous tracks appeared in the yard. One day, Mr. Johnson couldn’t find his shovel. “Who steals a shovel?” he muttered, searching the garden. Mrs. Johnson suggested it was probably mischievous neighborhood kids, but she wasn’t sure anymore.
Then they saw the tracks—massive paw prints that didn’t match any local animal. Ethan knelt down, examining them closely. “These are huge… and fresh.” The family stood over the prints in silence, a chill settling over them. Whatever was happening, it was no longer just about Nyx—it was about something much bigger.
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