The wind was howling outside, rattling the windows and making the branches of trees dance wildly. Inside, Sarah huddled under a blanket on her couch, eyes glued to the TV screen as she watched the latest news report. Hurricane Christina was headed straight for their small town on the coast, and everyone was being urged to evacuate.
The sun was setting over the small coastal town, casting a warm orange glow over the sandy beach. The salty sea air filled her lungs as she took in her surroundings. It had been years since she had stood on this shore, but it felt like coming home. She kicked off her sandals and dug her toes into the sand, relishing in the feeling of familiarity.
The old, abandoned mansion on the outskirts of town was always rumored to be haunted. Local kids dared each other to sneak in and explore its dusty halls, but no one ever stayed for long. That is until a group of four friends decided it was time to face their fears and uncover the truth behind the stories. But what they found inside was far beyond anything they could have imagined.
The sun was setting behind the mountains, casting a warm orange glow across the sky. The air was crisp and cool, with a gentle breeze blowing through the trees. It was the perfect evening for a hike.
The sun was setting, and the sky had a tinge of pink and orange that blended into each other. The birds were chirping as they flew back to their nests, while the leaves swayed gently in the evening breeze. Everything seemed perfect, but something wasn't right in Hannah's world. Her heart was heavy, and she felt like she couldn't breathe.
