Video - Haunted Words: Evelyn's Midnight Terror

The typewriter clacked, its sound echoing through the empty cabin. Evelyn’s eyes darted toward the window, where shadows writhed in the moonlight. A whisper slithered through the air, sending chills down her spine. She turned back to her manuscript, the words now twisted and grotesque. Suddenly, the typewriter stilled. The silence was deafening. Footsteps creaked overhead, though she knew she was alone. Heart pounding, Evelyn ascended the staircase, each step heavier with dread. The attic door creaked open, revealing a mirror. Her reflection stared back, eyes hollow and filled with darkness. "Finish the story," it rasped, as unseen hands closed the door behind her.