Video - Whispers of the Haunted Cabin

In the heart of the forest, a cabin stood, untouched by time. Clara entered, drawn by the flickering light within. Dust danced in the air as she stepped inside, her breath forming clouds in the freezing room. On the table lay a music box, its lid ajar, tinkling a haunting lullaby. As she reached to close it, the melody twisted, turning discordant. The shadows around her deepened, revealing specters with hollow eyes. Clara gasped, realizing the cabin was a trap. The music crescendoed, her limbs locked in place, as the specters closed in, reclaiming yet another wandering soul.