Then came the scratching—a rhythmic, frantic sound from behind the walls. It didn't sound like rats; it sounded like fingernails on wood.
When the sun rose on November 1st, the front door of Blackwood Manor stood wide open. The house was silent, the only sound the rustle of leaves in the hallway. On the floor of the foyer lay a single wristwatch, its digital display frozen at exactly 91 minutes. Halloween Night 2014 - 91 min Horror • Thri...
For the first thirty minutes, it was almost boring. They joked about urban legends and local lore, their voices echoing off the peeling wallpaper. But as the clock ticked past forty-five minutes, the atmosphere shifted. Then came the scratching—a rhythmic, frantic sound from
A door slammed upstairs, the sound sharp as a gunshot. They froze. Then came the scratching—a rhythmic