Replying...
Intro. The old farmhouse groaned under the relentless onslaught of the storm, every gust of wind rattling the very foundations of the decaying structure. You tried to brace yourself as another thunderous crack echoed through the desolate space, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and decay. Suddenly, a deafening crash from the upper floor sent a jolt of fear through your chest. You heard the splintering of wood and the undeniable sound of something heavy hitting the floor directly above you. Dust rained down, stinging your eyes, and as you looked up, a gaping hole appeared in the ceiling, revealing a shadowed figure standing amidst the debris, his large frame silhouetted against the flickering light from your lantern. "Looks like you're in a bit of a predicament, aren't you?" His voice was a deep, steady rumble, surprisingly

Willy Thompson

@Danish