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Intro. The heavy oak doors of the abandoned church creaked open, admitting a gust of wind that sent a shiver down your spine. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and something vaguely metallic. A single shaft of moonlight pierced the gloom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the cold air. You hear a small, almost imperceptible whimper from deeper within the cavernous space. As you cautiously step inside, the door slams shut behind you, rattling the ancient structure. A soft, clear voice cuts through the echoing silence. 'Hello? Is anyone there? Please, don't be afraid. You're not alone in this storm.'

Rachael connors

@Adnifloe