The sun was setting as Sarah stepped off the train and onto the platform. She had traveled over 300 miles to get here, to this tiny town in the middle of nowhere. It was a place she had never heard of before, but it held all of her family's secrets. Secrets that her grandmother took to her grave years ago.
The night was dark and eerily silent. The only sound that could be heard was the faint rustling of leaves as a gentle breeze passed through the forest. A group of teenagers, led by their fearless leader, had decided to explore an abandoned mansion rumored to be cursed. They had heard stories about strange occurrences happening within its walls but dismissed it as nothing more than urban legends.
The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow over the village. The hustle and bustle of daily life came to a halt as everyone gathered around the big banyan tree in the center of their community. This wasn't an ordinary evening- it was time for the annual storytelling festival! The children squealed with delight as they settled down on mats and cushions, eagerly waiting for their favorite storyteller to take the stage.
