In the dimly lit basement of an old, abandoned house, a group of curious teenagers had dared to explore. The air was thick with dust and the scent of decay. As they ventured deeper, they stumbled upon a dusty old trunk. One of them, a brave boy named Tom, decided to open it. Inside, they found an ancient-looking device, made of rusted metal and leather. It looked like a mouth gag, but something about it sent a chill down their spines.
Ignoring the eerie feeling, they decided to take it with them as a souvenir. That night, Tom placed the gag on his nightstand. As he drifted off to sleep, he heard a faint whispering sound. It grew louder and more insistent, until he felt something cold and clammy on his face. In the darkness, he felt the gag being forced into his mouth. Panic surged through him as he tried to scream, but no sound came out.
When he finally managed to remove the gag, he saw the faces of his friends, all with the same horrified expression. They had all experienced the same thing. The gag seemed to have a life of its own, seeking to silence them forever. They tried to get rid of it, but it always found its way back. One by one, they disappeared, leaving only the sound of whispers echoing in the empty house.
