In the heart of an ancient forest, there stood an old, abandoned cabin. No one knew why it was there, or who had built it. It was just always there, like a forgotten scar on the earth. One stormy night, a group of friends decided to explore it, seeking shelter from the relentless rain.
Inside, the cabin was eerily quiet. The air was thick with the scent of decay and something else¡ªsomething almost otherworldly. As they lit candles, the flickering light revealed strange symbols etched into the walls. They seemed to pulse with a life of their own.
One of the friends, Alex, noticed a hidden door in the corner. It was covered in cobwebs and seemed to lead nowhere. But curiosity got the better of them, and they pushed it open. Behind the door was a staircase that led downward into darkness.
They descended cautiously, the air growing colder with each step. At the bottom, they found a small chamber filled with ancient, dusty books and strange instruments. In the center of the room was a large, circular symbol on the floor, glowing faintly in the dim light.
Before anyone could react, the door slammed shut behind them, and the room began to shake violently. The symbol on the floor grew brighter, and a low, guttural whisper filled the air. It was the voice of the void, ancient and malevolent, speaking in a language they couldn¡¯t understand.
Panic set in as they tried to find a way out, but the walls seemed to close in around them. The whisper grew louder, and they could feel something cold and dark pressing against their minds, trying to break through.
In a final, desperate attempt, Alex grabbed one of the books and threw it at the symbol. The room exploded in a blinding light, and the whisper was silenced. When they could see again, they were back in the cabin, the hidden door gone, and the storm outside had passed.
They never spoke of what happened in that room again, but they all knew one thing: the void had spoken, and it was waiting for them to return.
