In the small,
forgotten town
of Eldridge,
the townsfolk
whispered about
the haunted
woods that lay
beyond the
cemetery.
Every night,
shadows danced
between the
trees, and
eerie wails
echoed through
the air,
chilling the
bones of those
who dared to
walk too close.
One fateful
evening, a
curious girl
named Elara
ventured into
the depths of
the forest,
drawn by an
unexplainable
urge.
As she
wandered
deeper, the
trees closed in
around her,
their gnarled
branches
resembling
skeletal hands
reaching out in
desperation.
Suddenly, she
stumbled upon
an old,
decrepit cabin,
its broken
windows staring
like empty
eyes.
Against her
better
judgment, Elara
pushed the
creaking door
open, and the
air inside was
thick with the
scent of decay.
In the dim
light, she saw
a figure
slumped in the
corner, its
face hidden
beneath a
tattered hood.
"Help me," it
rasped, and
Elara's heart
raced as she
took a step
closer, her
instincts
screaming to
run.
But curiosity
gripped her,
and she reached
out her hand,
only to have it
grabbed tightly
by the figure's
cold, bony
fingers.
As she tried
to pull away,
she realized
too late that
the horror of
Eldridge wasn't
just in the
woods, but
within the very
souls that were
trapped there
forever.
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