# **CLIF HOUSE II – SHADOWS THAT NEVER STAY SILENT**
## **PROLOGUE**
They say the house stands empty.
They say it's dead.
They also say that after what happened with Lena and Marek, no one tried to live there again.
But that's a lie.
The house is NEVER empty.
And it never waits long.
Night comes, when the waves crash against the cliff with such force that even the air trembles. A woman appears on the path leading to the estate. She walks slowly, as if each step weighed a ton.
Behind her – the cool light of the lighthouse, which every few seconds sweeps over the house with a sharp, white flash.
The woman is perhaps thirty-five. Cold eyes, short black hair, and her hands clutch the strap of her camera bag.
It's **Julia Nowicka** – a reporter tired of running from her past.
She stops at the door.
The door vibrates slightly… though there's no wind.
"I know you can hear me," she says quietly. "And I can hear you too."
When she opens the door, the house's interior greets her with a long, slow creak.
And then…
A whisper.
The same one that once called Lena.
**"Julia…"**
Her heart sinks.
But she doesn't flee.
Because Julia has come here with a specific goal: to find the answer she fears most.
The truth about her sister's death.
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## **CHAPTER 1 – THE COAST THAT SHE REMEMBERED**
The sea in this town has always been too loud. Too alive.
Julia remembers it well, even though she hadn't been here in years.
She stopped her car at the port. The locals quickly noticed the unfamiliar license plate—in a place like this, strangers never go unnoticed.
She steps out and looks at the water.
It's dirty, dark, and restless—exactly as she remembers it.
She hears footsteps behind her.
She turns and sees an older man with a net slung over his shoulder.
"You shouldn't have come back here," he says before she can speak.
"And yet I'm back," she replies coldly.
The fisherman's face is lined, but his eyes... his eyes are full of the same fear Julia saw in the locals as a child.
Fear of something invisible, yet present.
"The house is still standing," the man says. "We thought that after what happened... it would fall down. But it won't. Never."
Julia swallows.
“They say my sister died… by accident.”
“By accident?” the man snorts. “Nothing happens by accident in this house.”
The wind whistles between the boats. A rope tugs somewhere, striking a metal mast.
“If you go in there alone… you won’t come out the same,” he adds.
Julia shrugs.
“I didn’t come for warnings.”
“No?” the man narrows his eyes. “Then you came for the truth.
And you’re not ready for the price.”
He walks away, leaving her with a cold shiver running down her spine.
--
As Julia drives toward the cliff, a fog hangs in the air. The same fog as the night her sister, Natalia, was found.
A too quiet night.
Too peaceful.
As if the house knows her intentions.
As she crests the hill, she stops the car. The house on the Cliff stands exactly as she remembered: tall, dark, unrealistically empty.
And yet she has the impression that someone is standing at the window.
A shadow is watching her from the second floor.
She closes her eyes.
Maybe it's just a trick of the light.
Maybe.
--
The interior smells of dust and damp. Julia switches on the flashlight. Her footsteps echo hollowly.
The light sweeps across the walls, stairs, doorframes…
And suddenly she stops at something.
At the door.
Slowly ajar.
The door was locked when Lena and Marek fled the house.
Locked.
She knew this from the police report.
And now…it's open.
It's pitch black inside.
Darkness so thick that the flashlight seems to sink into it.
Julia takes a step.
Then another.
And she hears it.
A whisper.
Not just one.
Many.
**“THE TRUTH IS WAITING FOR YOU…”**
A cold chill runs through her.
But she moves on.
Because the truth about Natalia is right here.
In this house.
In this darkness.
And the house already knows who Julia is.
And knows what she's looking for.
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