On the edge of town stood a house long abandoned, cursed, and whispered about by locals. One winter night, a group of friends dared to enter, flashlights in hand, to face the house’s secrets. The air inside was thick with decay, and the silence was suffocating—until they heard it. A whisper, faint at first, then growing louder, more urgent. It wasn’t just wind. The voices weren’t human. Panic set in as the door slammed shut, trapping them inside. Then, the shadows moved, revealing a pale figure with hollow eyes, watching them. The whispers grew darker, and the hunt began.