You approach the Haunted Haven, its silhouette jagged against a blood-red sky. The wind howls through the dead trees, carrying whispers that seem to call your name. The air is damp, thick with decay, and the faint glow of the lanterns flickers as though warning you to turn back.

The gate creaks open on its own, and as you step closer, a ghostly figure materializes from the mist. Its hollow gaze pierces through you, lips curling into an unnatural smile. A sudden, bone-chilling scream erupts, and your instincts take over—you run into the house, slamming the door behind you.

The darkness swallows you whole. The air is colder now, the silence heavier, broken only by faint, distant footsteps.

What do you do next?