he Whispering Shadows

At midnight, the old train station came alive with the sound of an approaching train, but no train was ever seen. It was a cold evening when I ventured into the forest known as The Whispering Shadows. Legend had it that the forest was alive, and that shadows moved and whispered secrets to those who dared enter. I had always dismissed the stories, but when I found my great-grandfather’s old journal, I couldn’t resist.As I entered the forest, an eerie silence filled the air. Then, the whispers began. Soft at first, they called me deeper. I felt the shadows closing in, wrapping around me, their cold fingers grazing my skin. The whispers grew louder, voices of the lost souls, begging me to stay

Rumor had it, the train was cursed, and its passengers were trapped in time.Suddenly, I fell into a dark pit, where I saw twisted faces trapped within the shadows. They weren’t just shadows—they were the souls of the lost, forever feeding on fear.ust as I thought I’d be consumed, a golden light appeared, revealing the faint figure of my great-grandfather. His voice was a warning: “Run. The shadows will take you.” ran, my heart pounding, and barely made it out alive. The forest was real, and the shadows were hungry. I never spoke of that night again, but I know they are still out there, waiting for the next soul to wander too far.

Rumor had it, the train was cursed, and its passengers were trapped in time.Suddenly, I fell into a dark pit, where I saw twisted faces trapped within the shadows. They weren’t just shadows—they were the souls of the lost, forever feeding on fear.ust as I thought I’d be consumed, a golden light appeared, revealing the faint figure of my great-grandfather. His voice was a warning: “Run. The shadows will take you.” ran, my heart pounding, and barely made it out alive. The forest was real, and the shadows were hungry. I never spoke of that night again, but I know they are still out there, waiting for the next soul to wander too far.