Video - Midnight Whispers: The Shadow in the Wardrobe

As the clock struck midnight, the old grandfather clock in the hallway began its mournful chime. Eleanor's heart raced as she heard a rustling from the dusty wardrobe. She had always avoided it, but the night was different—compelled by an unseen force, she crept closer. The door creaked open, revealing the tattered remains of forgotten garments, and something else. A shadow unfurled, eyes glinting in the moonlight, its presence heavy and suffocating. Eleanor's scream caught in her throat as the shadow whispered her name, promising eternal company. The clock's chimes faded, leaving only the chilling silence of her new reality.