The wind howled through the deserted streets, carrying with it an eerie sense of foreboding. The old mansion at the end of the road stood tall and imposing, casting a shadow over everything in its path. It had been abandoned for years, its walls holding secrets that only the bravest souls dared to uncover. I was not one of them - or so I thought. But when my curiosity got the better of me one stormy night, I found myself standing at the foot of those creaky stairs, peering into the darkness beyond.
The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the fields. The sound of crickets filled the air as I rode up to the old farmhouse. It had been years since I'd last seen my grandfather, but memories flooded back as I dismounted my bike and walked towards the porch. My mother had warned me that he wasn't doing well – physically or mentally - but I couldn't have imagined what awaited me inside.