The further we ventured into the woods, the denser it became. The vibrant leaves and colorful flowers had vanished, replaced by a chilling, uncanny atmosphere. The once lively forest now appeared somber, draped in cobwebs and littered with decaying, leafless trees. It was becoming more and more horrifying the further inside the woods we went.

As the sun began its descent, casting long, eerie shadows, our worry grew. Would we find shelter before darkness enveloped us completely? After an hour or so, we stumbled upon an old, abandoned mansion. Its imposing, broken gates and the looming, skeletal tree in the yard exuded a sense of foreboding. A flock of crows, their beady eyes glaring intensely, perched atop the tree, ready to descend upon us at any moment. A once-grand fountain, now obscured by a thick layer of mold, added to the scene's desolate beauty. The darkness that surrounded us was almost palpable, and the interior of the mansion promised even greater horrors.