It was a crisp autumn afternoon when the whispers first began. At first, they seemed like the rustle of leaves. But as the wind died, the voices remained...
By the time the sun began to dip below the horizon, the voices had grown louder. There was no denying their presence now—an eerie, melodic murmur...
As darkness fell, the whispers turned to wails. No one could ignore them anymore. Were they warnings? Or something far worse?