The air in the small house was thick, heavy with tension. Aria’s hands trembled as she held the old papers, photos, and evidence she had collected over the years proof of everything Siya’s father had done. He had destroyed lives, yet today he would finally face justice.
“Aria… are you sure you are ready?” her mother asked, worry in her voice.
“I have to be,” Aria whispered. Her eyes were firm, but her chest still felt heavy with memories of that night fifteen years ago. “For Siya… for Mom… for myself.”
The police car arrived, its siren cutting through the quiet evening. Aria took a deep breath and stepped inside the house, where Siya’s father was waiting, already drinking from a bottle.
“Aria? Is that you?” he sneered. “Still playing the little hero, I see.”
“I am done playing,” Aria said, her voice steady, but trembling. “You are going to pay for everything you did.”
He laughed, a cruel, hollow sound. “Do you think the police will believe a little girl’s story from fifteen years ago? You have no proof.”
Aria raised the papers and photos. “I do now.”
At that moment, the lights flickered violently. Shadows danced along the walls. A cold wind swept through the room, though the windows were closed. The bottle in his hand trembled. He looked around nervously.
“What… what is this?” he stammered, his bravado slipping.
Aria’s heart raced. She turned and whispered, “Siya?”
A chill filled the room, and the air grew heavier. From the corner, a pale figure emerged. Siya. Her hair was wild, her eyes burning like coal, her voice echoing through the walls.
“You cannot escape this!” the ghost hissed.
Aria’s father staggered back, dropping the bottle. “What… what is happening?!”
“Siya?” Aria said softly, almost pleading. “She’s here… for justice, not for you to hurt her again!”
Siya’s ghost floated closer, and the house groaned. The father raised his hands, trying to block the apparition. “I didn’t do anything! I didn’t! Stop! Stop it!”
“You killed her! You killed my mother! You left me to die!” Siya’s voice cracked between anger and sorrow. “Do you know what it feels like to scream and nobody comes? To die alone and be forgotten? You will feel my anger now!”
Aria’s father tried to run, but the doors slammed shut. He fell to his knees, terrified. “Please… I didn’t mean it… I didn’t mean…”
“You were drunk. You were cruel. You destroyed lives. You will not escape this!” Siya’s ghost screamed, her hands raised, shadows of rage swirling around her.
Aria stepped forward. “It’s over. The police are here. You can’t hurt anyone anymore.”
The father looked at Aria, then at the ghost of his daughter. Fear finally reached into his soul. He broke down. “I… I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”
Aria’s heart ached as she watched him shiver in terror. But there was relief too. Justice had finally arrived. The police handcuffed him, reading his rights. He screamed and shouted, but no one would believe him now.
Siya floated near Aria, her anger slowly melting into something softer, calmer. Her eyes were still sad, but the fire of revenge was gone.
“You did it, Aria,” she whispered. “Justice… finally.”
Aria nodded, tears streaming down her face. “We did it… together.”
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