Samuel was the first to step into the abandoned mansion, his footsteps echoing through the cold, musty air. The floorboards groaned and creaked under his weight, and dust swirled around as if disturbed by invisible hands. Cobwebs clung to every corner, and the dim light from your flashlight barely cut through the thick darkness. The air was thick with the scent of mildew and decay, while a faint draft whispered through the shattered windows, sending chills down your spine. The oppressive silence was only broken by the occasional sound of distant dripping water or the soft rustle of the old, tattered curtains swaying in the wind. Samuel’s eyes gleamed with excitement, his determination clear as he motioned for you to follow deeper into the mansion, eager to uncover the mysteries lurking within.

“Alright, let’s get to work,” he said, his voice steady but filled with excitement. „Hand me the recorder, will you? We need to capture every sound. And don’t forget the camera! If anything happens, we need proof.”