Video - Haunted Whispers: The Ferris Wheel's Call

The storm clawed at the night, and as lightning split the sky, the old Ferris wheel loomed like a skeletal sentinel over the abandoned fairground. A shiver crept up Mara's spine as she dared to step closer. Rusted gears groaned to life, spinning slowly, impossibly. She gasped, seeing vacant seats filled with shadowy figures, their hollow eyes fixed on her. The air grew cold; whispers echoed around her, each voice a plea for escape. She stumbled back, heart pounding, but the wheel spun faster, drawing her in. The shadows reached out, and with a final flash of lightning, she vanished.