Echoes of the Abyss

cups. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her trembling hand gripped a worn-out photograph. It was a picture of her family—her husband, M

nced on the walls, and whispers echoed through the empty rooms of their old Victorian house. Each nigh

nister

called home had a dark history. It was rumored to be haunted, a place where tragic events had unfolded.

d into the basement, she stumbled upon a hidden door concealed behind an old bookshelf. Intrigue