Under the crisp night sky in New York, Eva, and John strolled through the enchanting forest rumored to have monstrous creatures residing in it, the air filled with an adventurous spirit. As they delved deeper into the forest they found a large cave. John turned to Eva with a playful grin and said, "Come on, Eva, trust me—nothing will happen.!" Eva grabbed John's arm, her eyes wide with fear as she pointed toward the cave's ceiling. "Look! It has a witch's rune!"

John leaned in, a smirk playing on his lips. "And what do you think will happen if we walk through them?" he teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Are we going to summon a coven of witches?" "No," Eva replied, rolling her eyes dramatically. "It just means a witch or witches are residing in there." John chuckled, brushing off her seriousness. "Yeah, okay—"

But before he could finish, a sudden rustling in the bushes cut him off, sending a shiver down Eva's spine. "We should start walking back," Eva said in a voice laced with fear John looked at her "Calm down it's probably a cat or something, " he said as John approached the bush, he parted the leaves with curiosity, revealing a small black cat that slinked out, its emerald eyes gleaming in the dim light. "See? Just a cat; we're fine," he said with a relaxed grin, turning back toward Eva.

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But when he met her gaze, he froze. Eva stood transfixed, her face pale, eyes locked on something in the distance. Shrouded in shadows, a cloaked figure loomed at the edge of the trees. "Excuse us, we're not here to cause any trouble," Eva stammered, her voice trembling. The cloaked figure remained silent, its face hidden in shadow. Slowly, it raised a skeletal hand, and from the darkness around it, disembodied hands began to emerge, their fingers clawing through the air like desperate souls.

Before they could react, the shadowy hands lunged, grasping at their wrists with a chilling grip, dragging them back toward the cave's yawning entrance. The darkness seemed to swallow them whole, the echoes of their screams fading into the abyss.