The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the fields. The sound of crickets filled the air as I rode up to the old farmhouse. It had been years since I'd last seen my grandfather, but memories flooded back as I dismounted my bike and walked towards the porch. My mother had warned me that he wasn't doing well – physically or mentally - but I couldn't have imagined what awaited me inside.
The wind howled through the deserted streets, carrying with it an eerie sense of foreboding. The old mansion at the end of the road stood tall and imposing, casting a shadow over everything in its path. It had been abandoned for years, its walls holding secrets that only the bravest souls dared to uncover. I was not one of them - or so I thought. But when my curiosity got the better of me one stormy night, I found myself standing at the foot of those creaky stairs, peering into the darkness beyond.
