Title: "WHISPERS IN THE NIGHT π"
In the heart of the mist-covered woods, stood an ancient mansion, its crumbling facade a testament to the passage of time. Legend whispered of a curse that befell all who dared to enter its forsaken halls. One moonlit night, a traveler seeking shelter stumbled upon the mansion's imposing gates. Ignoring the warnings, he pushed them open, the creaking sound echoing through the stillness of the night. As he stepped into the foyer, a chill swept over him, and shadows danced ominously along the walls. With each step, the floorboards groaned beneath his weight, as if protesting his intrusion. Strange whispers filled the air, their source unseen yet unmistakably present. The traveler's heart raced as he ventured deeper into the mansion, guided by an unseen force. In the dim light of a flickering candle, he beheld portraits of long-forgotten faces, their eyes following his every move with a malevolent gaze. Suddenly, a gust of wind extinguished the candle, plunging the room into darkness. Panic seized the traveler as he felt a cold hand brush against his neck, icy fingers tracing a path of dread. With a scream, he fled the mansion, never daring to look back. But even as he escaped into the night, the whispers lingered, haunting him for eternity.
