Video - Whispers from the Grave: A Night of Terror

In the moonlit cemetery, Elara felt the earth tremble beneath her. Tombstones loomed like broken teeth, casting long shadows. As she reached for a wilted rose atop her sister's grave, the ground split open. A skeletal hand shot up, grasping her wrist with icy fingers. Heart pounding, Elara struggled, but another hand emerged, pulling her closer. She screamed as the earth swallowed her scream, a chorus of ghostly whispers filling the air. "Join us," they beckoned, voices echoing through the night. The soil closed over her, leaving only silence, a forgotten echo of life devoured by the restless dead.