In the quiet town of Willow Creek, nestled between rolling hills and whispering woods, stood an old Victorian house known as Maplewood Manor. Its weathered exterior and ivy-clad walls were reminders of the past, a legacy bigger than the family who resided there. For years, it had been a refuge for the living, and unbeknownst to them, a haven for the restless spirit of a woman named Eliza. Eliza had