Video - Trapped in Terror: Emma and Jack's Basement Nightmare

The old house groaned as Emma and Jack descended into the dank basement, their flashlights slicing through the oppressive darkness. An acrid smell of decay hung in the air. Emma's beam settled on a pile of bones—human, twisted, and grinning. "Jack, look!" she whispered, her voice trembling. As he approached, the skeleton's empty eye sockets seemed to follow him. Suddenly, a cold gust extinguished their lights. Panic surged. They fumbled in the dark, hearing whispers of ancient agony. The basement door slammed shut above them. Emma's scream echoed in the pitch black as skeletal hands grasped her ankle. The house had claimed new tenants.