Video - Whispers of the Forgotten: A Haunting Encounter

The old mansion lay shrouded in mist, its windows like hollow eyes watching Eve as she stepped inside. The air grew thick with decay, each floorboard creaking under her hesitant weight. Suddenly, the grandfather clock chimed, though its hands hadn't moved in decades. Eve's breath hitched as whispers echoed around her, a chorus of lost souls seeking release. In the dim light, shadows twisted, forming grotesque figures reaching for her. She stumbled backward, her foot catching on something cold and fleshy. A hand. The clock chimed again, and Eve realized she was no longer alone in the suffocating gloom.