Elias scaled the crumbling walls of Blackwood Manor, his flashlight cutting through the oppressive gloom. He had heard legends of the Whispering Well in the cellar—a place where the air grew cold enough to crack bone.
Descending the rotted stairs, he found it. He leaned over the stone lip, expecting water, but saw only endless, shifting shadow. Then, a dry rasp echoed from the depths: "Help me count."
Elias froze as dozens of pale, translucent hands gripped the rim. He realized too late that the ghosts weren't trapped inside; they were waiting for a new soul to pull in.
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