14,49 €
Dernière sortie
The Whispers Beneath the Floorboards
Maple Street was eerily quiet, the air thick with an unsettling stillness. The house loomed before him, a dilapidated structure that seemed to whisper its history of abandonment. It had stood for decades, perhaps even centuries, its once-white paint peeling like dead skin, leaving the dark wood beneath exposed to the elements. The windows, clouded with grime and cobwebs, stared back at him like hollow eyes.
Maple Street was eerily quiet, the air thick with an unsettling stillness. The house loomed before him, a dilapidated structure that seemed to whisper its history of abandonment. It had stood for decades, perhaps even centuries, its once-white paint peeling like dead skin, leaving the dark wood beneath exposed to the elements. The windows, clouded with grime and cobwebs, stared back at him like hollow eyes.
