He quickly turned on his small flashlight 🔦, revealing a vast, dust-filled room. In the center stood an old wooden table, surrounded by several overturned chairs. On one of the walls hung a long mirror, its edges covered in deep cracks—as if it had witnessed ages long past 🪞🕸️.
Suddenly, he noticed something moving in the corner of the mirror 👁️.
He froze, gripping his flashlight tightly. Slowly, he turned around… but there was nothing there.
Just as he was about to look back at the mirror—
💡 The light flickered, then went out, plunging the room into complete darkness.
Samy stepped back hesitantly toward the door and tried to open it, but it was firmly locked 🚪🔒.
Then, the voice returned—this time closer and clearer:
🗣️ “You have returned… They have been waiting for you.”
A cold shiver ran down his spine as he felt icy breaths against his neck 🥶.
Cautiously, he turned around—only to see a tall shadow standing in the middle of the room 😱.
It had no features—only glowing eyes that burned like embers in the darkness 🔥👀.
Samy screamed in terror. “Who are you?! What do you want?!” 😨
But the shadow did not move. Its fiery eyes remained fixed on him. Slowly, it raised a hand and pointed toward the opposite wall, where ancient writings began to glow red 🔥📜.
💀 “Samy… Your name is written here.”
His heart pounded 💓. Fear paralyzed his legs.
How could his name be inscribed on the wall of an abandoned palace? 😵💫🏚️
Before he could comprehend what was happening, the ground beneath him began to tremble 🌍⚡.
Suddenly—
A deep pit opened in the center of the room.
Pale hands emerged from the darkness, reaching toward him, while muffled voices echoed:
👤 “Join us… Your fate was sealed long ago.”
Samy screamed in horror and tried to run toward the door—
But the shadow blocked his path 😱🚪.
In a foreboding voice, it declared:
🕷️ “You will not leave. The curse has been cast upon you.”
Everything went black before Samy’s eyes.
And the last thing he heard—
Were the piercing screams reverberating through the darkened palace 🏚️🔮💀.