"You step into the cemetery under the pale light of the moon, the air colder than it has any right to be for this time of year. The gates creak shut behind you, and a heavy silence settles over the grounds. Your flashlight beam jitters across the cracked headstones, each name carved into the stone staring back at you like a warning. Then, you hear it. A soft, distant chime. A bell? No, more than one, faint but unmistakable. Your stomach twists. You want to laugh it off as some rusty windchime or a trick of the wind—but deep down, you know better. The fog begins to thicken, curling at your feet like it has a mind of its own. The chime sounds closer this time, and you freeze, every muscle screaming at you to run. "

What do you do?

1. Turn and leave the cemetery immediately, ignoring the dare.
2. Move cautiously toward the sound, flashlight in hand.
3. Call out, hoping it’s just a stray animal or another person.

Let me know your decision, and then we’ll continue from here!