The Inky Corridor

Deep within the heart of the old estate, the silence begins to speak.

Something dwells here, standing at the edge of the light and the dark.

The very walls are bleeding, weeping a darkness that cannot be contained.

The silence grows louder as the shadows move closer to the flickering light.

Look into the void, and pray that the void does not look back.

Some hallways have no end, and some shadows never truly leave.