Video - Whispers in the Asylum: A Fearful Encounter

In the heart of the crumbling asylum, Sylvia tiptoed through the echoing halls, her flashlight flickering. The air was thick with decay, the stench of forgotten despair. A sudden chill prickled her skin as the shadows twisted unnaturally. She froze, breath hitching, as a low growl resonated from the darkness. Heart pounding, she turned to flee, but the shadows coalesced into a form—a gaunt figure with hollow eyes and a gaping maw. It whispered her name, each syllable a promise of torment. The walls closed in, the light snuffed out, leaving Sylvia alone with the entity that fed on fear.