Deep in the forest of Vermont, wrapped in thick fog, lived Margaret Holloway in an old house left behind by her grandmother. She loved solitude and writing, but writing became harder when the sounds started at 11 P.m. sharp, light tapping on the upstairs windows every night. Same sound. And when Margaret opened the window, nothing. just darkness, and birds lying silently along the tree across from her. No one else saw them. They never appeared by day.

One rainy night, beneath a loose floorboard, Margaret found an old letter in her grandmother's handwriting. If they return, don't write about them. Just listen. But Margaret didn't listen. She began to write down what she saw, and with every word, more birds appeared. The trees overflowed, the tapping changed, into whispers. We're done. Free us. Margaret understood. These were trapped souls, imprisoned inside unfinished tales. Her grandmother had sealed fear within the lines of her writing.

The next morning, Margaret sat down and wrote the ending to her grandmother's story. With black ink, she wrote. And the night fell silent as the birds flew away. And in that moment, everything vanished. No tapping, no birds, just peace.

Her story, The Night Birds, became the town's most famous novel. It terrified its readers, then gave them calm. Some stories don't need happy endings. just an ending, that sets the spirits free.

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