Video - Twisted Path to Terror: Clara's Nightmarish Journey

As dusk fell, Clara trudged through the gnarled forest, each step swallowed by the fog. The path to Grandma's house twisted like a serpent. Sinister whispers caressed her ears, leaves rustling with unseen movement. Her heart pounded as shadows danced in the periphery. Suddenly, a figure emerged—Gaunt, eyes like bottomless pits. "Lost, dear?" it crooned. Clara bolted. Reaching Grandma's door, she burst in, only to be greeted by the pungent stench of decay. There, in her grandmother's bed, the creature grinned, its mouth stretching impossibly wide. "Grandma's gone," it hissed, "but I’m still hungry." The door slammed shut.