Chapter 108

Chapter 108:

These unsettling reports fueled rampant speculation about the villa. Tales varied wildly—some believed the place was haunted, while others speculated about prisoners or tormented souls trapped inside, suffering unseen.

One villager even claimed to have seen mysterious red lights emanating from the villa before falling terribly ill, which only added to the horror.

As the stories evolved, they became increasingly grim, and the once intriguing villa turned into the epicenter of ghostly legends. Fear took root, and soon, no one in the village dared venture near the ominous place.

Late one balmy summer evening, Fernanda found herself unexpectedly drawn into a mysterious encounter.

While fishing along the river’s edge, intent on catching enough fish to prepare a soup for Hiram, she lingered longer than usual.

As she tilted her head back to gaze at the star-studded sky, her attention was suddenly captured by a shadowy figure making its way toward the riverbank. Without any prior indication, the figure leapt into the water with a resounding splash.

Fernanda’s first thought was of a desperate suicide; it was the middle of the night, and the person was fully clothed.

Driven by impulse, she abandoned her fishing rod and dived into the river’s depths.

A proficient swimmer, thanks to the many afternoons spent in the river with Hiram, Fernanda navigated the waters with ease.

She quickly closed in on the sinking figure, attempting to secure a hold on the person’s arm.

He seemed determined to meet his end, making no effort to keep himself afloat. It wasn’t until Fernanda firmly grasped him that he began to struggle against her grip.

His swimming skills were evidently lacking, as he floundered, arms thrashing wildly in the water.

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Undeterred, Fernanda positioned herself behind him, secured her arm around his neck, and began dragging him toward the shore. He fought her efforts feebly, but his resistance was futile against her strong pull. Soon, his head broke the surface.

He surfaced, gasping for the air he had seemingly sought to forsake, his body now safe from the watery depths.

Upon reaching the riverbank, Fernanda forcefully hauled him out of the water by the collar of his shirt.

The person, having narrowly escaped death, coughed violently, gasping for air.

Catching her breath, Fernanda perched herself on the damp earth and hurriedly checked her fishing line.

As she had suspected, the hook dangled empty; the bait had vanished, leaving no trace of any fish.

The person she had rescued looked at her in astonishment. The youthful appearance of his savior took him by surprise.

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