As soon as the sun slipped behind the mountains, a strange feeling began to creep over the village. The air grew thick with anticipation, and whispers of fear could be heard throughout the streets. Everyone knew what was coming – it was time for the annual Choosing Ceremony. For generations, this tradition had been upheld without question.
The sky was dark, and the wind howled through the trees as we made our way deeper into the forest. Our hiking trip had started out as a fun adventure, but it quickly turned into something much more sinister. We had stumbled upon an old abandoned cabin, and curiosity got the best of us. As soon as we stepped inside, we knew that something wasn't right. The air was thick with an eerie silence that seemed to linger long after any sound stopped echoing in the empty space.
