THE SPECTRAL ECHOES WITHIN THE OPEN DOOR

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