In the dim glow of the flickering candle, Sarah could hear whispers that seemed to come from the walls, beckoning her to join the shadowy figures trapped within.
As she leaned closer, a cold hand grasped her wrist, and the whispers grew louder, screaming her name in unison.
The ancient book had whispered secrets of a curse, binding its readers to a fate of unseen horrors.
As she turned the last page, the shadows in the room began to writhe and twist, revealing the faces of those who had read it before her, forever trapped in an eternal scream.