On a dark night
Dark night
On a dark night, before heavy rain, Emma was walking alone along a dark and deserted road. She was shivering from cold and fear, but she had no choice but to move forward. Suddenly, I noticed a mysterious shape moving in the shadows. Her steps slowed, trying to focus on the darkness surrounding her.
As I approached, I began to recognize that figure. She had eyes as cold as ice, and black hair that hung in the wet air. Emma's heart began to beat faster and faster as she tried to think of her next steps. But before she could make any decision, that terrifying figure stopped in front of her.
“Hello, do you need help?” the figure said in a calm voice, but it carried a strange tone of mystery.
Emma wasn't sure what to do. Should you trust this person? Should she continue walking alone? Before she could respond, the person started moving towards her.
"I can help you get to your destination safely. Come with me," the stranger added, making Emma hesitate for a moment before agreeing.
During the walk, Emma began to feel comfortable with the stranger, until they reached an abandoned house at the end of the road. But when they arrived, the mystery was gone and the horror was clearly apparent.
The silence was broken by the sound of the wind roaring, and unintelligible sounds began to echo throughout the house. The stranger lit a candle, revealing walls covered in torn pictures and dilapidated furniture.
Suddenly, the stranger's face turned monstrous, and his eyes became radiant with darkness. “Welcome to the Sanctuary of Lost Souls, where we can be together forever,” he whispered in a terrifying voice.
Emma knew she had fallen into a trap, but it was too late. Amidst the roar of the wind and the screams of ghosts, darkness flooded her, swallowing up any hope of survival, closing the doors of reality on her and opening the doors of eternal pain for her.
The night was bloody, and the fog wrapped terrifyingly around the family home. In a small town located deep in the forests, there was an old abandoned house, which people considered haunted. Among these legends was a terrifying tale told by ancient generations about the spirit of a young girl roaming the old house in search of its next victim.
Emma, an eighteen-year-old girl, had heard this legend over and over again, but she did not believe it until that dark night. As she walked past the old house, she heard light footsteps approaching her. She couldn't see anyone, but fear slowly crept into her heart.
