Story 934: Feast of the Forgotten

The walls breathed. Shadows stretched like grasping hands. Mira’s screams for Draven faded into nothingness, swallowed by the house’s endless hunger.

Elias and Zara ran toward the staircase—only to find it missing. The grand foyer had twisted, shifting into a long, endless corridor lined with doors, each one whispering with unseen voices.

Zara gritted her teeth. “I hate haunted houses.”

Elias flicked his lighter open, the flame flickering violently. “This place ain’t haunted. It’s alive.”

Something pounded on a door nearby. A wet, meaty sound, followed by ragged breathing.

Mira turned, clutching the Cursed Book, its pages trembling in her grip. “We need to find Draven.”

The Forsaken Girl stared ahead, her expression blank. “He’s already inside.”

Inside what? Before Mira could ask, the door at the end of the corridor exploded open, revealing a grand dining hall, bathed in candlelight. A long table stretched before them, set for a feast.