The town of Sutton was a quaint place, with a history that ran deep. Small houses lined the narrow streets, their pasts whispered in hushed tones.

Among these houses, one stood out. The locals referred to it as "the cursed house". No one dared to live there, except for one brave girl, Emily.

Emily was always intrigued by the stories surrounding her house. She felt a connection to the mysterious past of the property.

One night, while Emily was sleeping, she felt an unusual chill in her room. Unbeknownst to her, a ghost had taken residence in her body.

As she awoke, Emily found herself unable to move. She could only breathe and blink, her body completely under the ghost's control.

The ghost, driven by its own twisted desires, forced Emily to walk towards a construction site.

She tried to resist, to scream out, but she was helpless. The ghost was adamant.

Before her was a cement truck, its wet mixture churning menacingly. The ghost forced her to jump into the truck.

Emily was submerged in the wet cement, covering her like a cakepop. Her screams were muffled, her struggles futile.

The ghost left her, satisfied with its cruel act. She was left alone, trapped in the concrete.

The workers unsuspectingly poured the cement onto the road, unknowingly burying Emily underneath.