WHISPERS FROM BEYOND THE OPENED PORTAL

As the worn door creaked open, a shiver ran down my spine. A chill wind whistled past, carrying with it the scent of forgotten time. Beyond the threshold, shadows danced and flickered, their movements as if guided by an unseen hand. A gut-wrenching hum resonated in the air, a symphony of spectral voices. My heart pounded in my chest, a steady throb