🌊 **4. "The Nun of Whitby Abbey" – a very long horror story**---

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### *Prologue: Ruins by the Sea*

Whitby Abbey stands on a cliff like a sentinel over a precipice.

The wind rips the waves, and seagulls circle high, as if afraid to touch the ruins.

They say that on the night of the new moon, a nun walks among the ruins.

A white silhouette.

She stares out to sea.

She never speaks.

But when she turns around…

her face is filled with despair.

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Emily Hawthorne, writer of Gothic novels, came to Whitby for inspiration.

She found something much darker.

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### *Chapter I: First Evening*

Emily entered the ruins toward evening.

The sun was setting red.

Shadows lengthened like tentacles.

She was sketching when she suddenly felt cold.

Not the usual autumn cold.

It was cold… like a touch of ice.

She looked up.

At the opposite end of the ruins stood a nun.

White.

Motionless.

Her face was covered by a hood.

Emily blinked—and the figure vanished.

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### *Chapter II: The Nun's Story*

At The Endeavour Inn, Emily was recounting her encounter.

The innkeeper interrupted her:

"It's Matilda."

"Who?" "A nun who lived here six hundred years ago. She committed a sin: she fell in love with a sailor. When this was discovered, she was thrown out of the convent. On the night of her exile, she jumped off a cliff."

"Suicide?"

The innkeeper shook his head.

"Maybe. Or maybe… someone helped her."

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### *Chapter III: The Voice of the Sea*

Emily returned to the ruins at night.

She heard the whisper of the sea.

But after a moment, she realized it wasn't the waves.

It was a woman's whisper.

> *"Don't leave me…"*

Emily froze.

She walked toward the cliff.

A nun stood at the edge.

She turned slowly.

Her face was pale, her eyes bluish-blue.

But it wasn't her face that frightened her.

It was the streak of blood on her neck.

As if someone had slit her throat.

The nun reached out.

> *“Help me…”*

And disappeared.

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### *Chapter IV: Discovery*

Emily searched for answers.

In the archives, she found letters that had not been read for centuries.

Matilda's letter.

To her beloved, William.

> *“They know. They won't let me go.

> If I don't return tomorrow—know that I was killed.”*

Killed.

She didn't jump alone.

Someone threw her.

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### *Chapter V: The Last Night*

Emily went to the ruins at midnight.

The nun waited.

“I know what they did to you,” Emily said. “You weren't to blame.”

The nun raised her head.

> *“Take them… to the light.”*

The wind howled.

Emily felt something pushing her toward the cliff.

Not the nun.

Something else.

A shadow.

A male silhouette.

A hooded face.

It wasn't Matilda's ghost that held her to the cliff.

It was the ghost of the monk who murdered her.

Emily screamed.

The nun stepped between them.

> *“Enough.”*

And then…

the ruins shook.

The monk's shadow dissipated like mist.

The nun looked Emily in the eye.

> *“Thank you.”*

And she jumped.

But this time, in mid-flight…

she vanished into the light.

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### *Epilogue*

Emily wrote the book “The Nun of Whitby.”

She succeeded.

But sometimes, when she returns home at night…

she hears a whisper.

Gentle.

Quiet.

> *“You took me away… and I will watch over you.”*

Emily doesn't know if it's comfort.

Or a warning.

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