House of Horrors Part 1
Rovan's face was lifeless, as if another spirit had taken up residence within her, dragging her toward a destiny she could not understand.
The air was thick. Shadows crept through the walls, watching in sinister silence. What unfolded between them was not born of will or desire—it was driven by a dark force that manipulated mind before matter, and the pursuit of a goal could not begin without comprehension. At that moment, free will vanished completely. What remained was instinct—a pure and corrupt instinct—left behind by evil itself, the kind that feeds on fear and seeps into souls until they rot from within.
The car stopped in front of the chalet; night lay like a carpet, a swallowing soun