Video - Whispers in the Forgotten Nursery

The creaking attic door swung open, revealing a forgotten nursery steeped in shadows. Marla's heart raced as she stepped inside, the air heavy with dust and whispers. A child's music box sat untouched, its haunting melody echoing eerily. As she reached for it, the walls seemed to breathe, closing in. A chilling giggle erupted, and the room spun into chaos. Marla's reflection in the cracked mirror grinned back with too many teeth. The nursery's faded wallpaper peeled away, revealing eyes—hundreds of them, watching, waiting. The music box wound down, but Marla's screams endlessly echoed in the nursery's eternal night.