Whispers on the shadows

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the decaying town of Ravenscroft. Five friends—Elena, Alex, Marcus, Sarah, and Jake—decided to embark on a weekend adventure to escape the monotony of their lives. Drawn by stories of an abandoned mansion on the outskirts, they sought a thrill that would soon escalate into a nightmarish ordeal.

The mansion, cloaked in mist and whispered legends, loomed ominously against the fading twilight. Its crumbling façade hinted at a history steeped in secrets. Excitement mingled with trepidation as the friends pushed open the creaking doors, revealing a foyer frozen in time.

In the heart of the mansion, they stumbled upon a chamber adorned with ancient symbols and adorned with flickering candlelight. In the center lay an artifact, a grotesque idol that seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy. Unbeknownst to them, it was a relic of the Eldritch Cult—a group that had vanished into the annals of Ravenscroft's dark history.

As they gathered around the artifact, an uneasy silence enveloped the room. Its surface seemed to writhe with unseen tendrils, and the air grew thick with a palpable tension. Without uttering a word, the friends exchanged uneasy glances, a shared acknowledgment that they had stepped into something far beyond their understanding.

Little did they realize that their decision to explore the mansion and unearth the Eldritch artifact had set in motion a chain of events that would awaken an ancient evil. Whispers, too faint to be heard consciously, echoed through the mansion, insinuating themselves into the recesses of the friends' minds.

The artifact pulsed, resonating with the shadows that clung to the mansion's walls. As night fell, the friends, drawn by an unseen force, became unwitting conduits for the malevolence that lay dormant for centuries. The atmosphere thickened with an eerie silence, broken only by the distant howl of a forsaken wind.

Unbeknownst to the friends, their weekend getaway had transformed into a dance with shadows, and the mansion, once a mere backdrop for adventure, now cradled a darkness that hungered for their very souls. As the clock ticked toward midnight, the first whispers of an ancient malevolence slithered through the corridors, setting the stage for the horror that awaited them in the heart of Ravenscroft.