As the lightning lit up the sky, the woman couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over her. She had always felt uneasy around her sister's grave, and tonight was no different. The anniversary of her sister's death always brought out a dark part of her that she didn't like to acknowledge.
Lost in thought, she heard a faint whispering as she sat there. At first, she thought it was just the wind, but as it grew louder, she realized it was coming from the grave itself. She froze, not daring to move. The whispering turned into a voice that was her sister's.
"Sister, sister, I have a riddle for you. Solve it, and I will let you leave this place. Fail, and you will be trapped here forever with me."
The woman's heart raced as she tried to steady her breathing. She had always been terrible at riddles, but she knew she had to try.
"Fine, I'll give it a try," she said, her voice shaking.
"I am a word, but I am not a word. I am a letter, but I am not a letter. I am a sound, but I am not a sound. What am I?"
The woman thought for a moment, her mind racing. She had no idea what the answer could be. The lightning continued to strike, illuminating the graveyard in a ghostly light.
Just as she was about to give up, a realization dawned on her. She whispered the answer, "Silent."
The grave was silent for a moment before her sister spoke again.
"Correct, sister. But be warned, this is just the beginning."
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