Now let me tell you another true story, in the prisons of UK, lost in time.

In the quiet town of Blackwood, the moon hung low, casting an eerie glow over the dilapidated buildings. The streets were silent, but a dark energy pulsed beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to unleash its fury. Among the shadows, a young woman named Emily had become a ghost of her former self, her vibrant spirit extinguished by a brutal act of violence.

Emily was once full of life, a college student with dreams of becoming an artist. But one fateful night, her world shattered. Lured into an abandoned warehouse by two men she thought she could trust, she became a victim of a heinous crime. The brutality of that night left her broken, and in the aftermath, she was discarded like a piece of trash, her body left to rot in the darkness.

But death was not the end for Emily. In a twisted twist of fate, her spirit refused to rest. Fueled by rage and the desire for vengeance, she clawed her way back to life. Emerging from the depths of the grave, she was no longer the innocent girl she once was. Her eyes burned with a cold fury, and her heart pulsed with the pain of countless others who had suffered the same fate.

Emily soon discovered that her resurrection granted her a dark power—the ability to haunt those who had wronged her and others like her. She became a specter of vengeance, slipping silently through the halls of prisons where her assailants and others like them were held. The air grew cold around her, and shadows danced in her wake as she sought out those who had escaped justice.

One by one, she found them. The first was a man who had laughed as he violated her, his face twisted in pleasure. As she approached him in his cell, the lights flickered, and the temperature plummeted. He awoke to find her standing at the foot of his bed, her face a mask of fury. “You thought you could escape me?” she hissed, her voice echoing like a death knell.

Before he could scream, the walls of his cell warped and twisted, closing in on him as he was consumed by darkness. The guards found him the next morning, his body contorted in terror, eyes wide open in a silent scream.

Emily continued her haunting, each kill more gruesome than the last. She reveled in the fear she instilled, and with every life she took, she felt a piece of her own pain dissipate. But as her thirst for revenge grew, so did the darkness within her. The lines between justice and vengeance blurred, and she began to lose herself in the cycle of death.

The climax of her rampage came one fateful night when she confronted the second of her assailants, the one who had held her down while the other violated her. This time, she was not just a ghost; she was a force of nature. The prison was alive with chaos as she unleashed her wrath. The lights flickered violently, alarms blared, and the very walls seemed to tremble in fear.

As she stood before him, the man’s bravado crumbled. He begged for mercy, but Emily felt none. “You took everything from me,” she whispered, her voice dripping with venom. The shadows coalesced around him, pulling him into the depths of despair. He screamed, but his cries were swallowed by the darkness, leaving only silence in their wake.

But in her moment of triumph, Emily felt a chilling realization wash over her. With each act of vengeance, she was becoming more like the monsters she hunted. The darkness that had once been her weapon now threatened to consume her entirely. She had risen from the grave to exact justice, but in doing so, she had become a harbinger of death.

As Emily faded into the shadows, she understood that she was now trapped in an endless cycle of revenge. The prisons would never be free of her presence, and the darkness would always call to her. She had become a part of the very evil she sought to eradicate, a twisted reflection of the pain she had endured.

In the end, Emily was left to haunt the world, a vengeful spirit forever cursed to roam the night, seeking retribution but never finding peace. The prisons remained haunted, not just by her victims, but by the chilling reminder that sometimes, the line between justice and vengeance is a thin, bloody thread.