A decaying, abandoned house deep in the woods, its walls peeling with dark, stained wallpaper. Flickering candles cast twisted shadows that seem to move on their own, and an old, dust-covered mirror reflects things not in the room—unseen figures moving in the corner of your eye. In the eerie silence, a child's antique rocking chair sways slowly by itself, the floorboards creaking under its weight. Outside, dense fog presses against the cracked windows, and faint whispers and distant, distorted laughter echo through the air, though their source is nowhere to be found. The temperature drops, your breath fogs in the cold air, and a sinister presence lingers in the dark, unseen but ever-watching.
