The Forsaken's Lament: Echoes of the Lost

The night was heavy with the silence that precedes the storm. In the small town of Eldridge, where the old and the forgotten seemed to whisper through the cobblestone streets, a group of friends gathered around a flickering screen, their eyes wide with a mix of excitement and dread. The video, titled "The Midnight Dog's Howl A Video of the Forsaken," had gone viral, promising to reveal the secrets of the forsaken souls that roamed the town's forgotten corners. The group, consisting of the curious and the brave, had decided to delve into the enigma.

The video began with the eerie howl of a dog, its haunting cry echoing through the void. The screen then shifted to a series of grainy, black-and-white images, each capturing a moment of despair and loss. The footage showed a dilapidated house, the kind that stood forgotten at the edge of town, its windows boarded up, the front door hanging open like a maw of the abyss.

"Who's ready to see what's behind the door?" a voice asked, breaking the heavy silence. It was Alex, the group's most adventurous member, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of the unknown.

The screen continued to play, showing the forsaken house in all its decrepit glory. The friends watched in hushed tones as the footage seemed to suggest that something, or someone, lived within. The video cut off abruptly, leaving the group with more questions than answers.

"Let's go," Alex said, standing up. "We'll find out for ourselves."

The friends followed Alex to the forsaken house, their footsteps echoing on the damp earth. The air was thick with the scent of decay, a constant reminder of the house's forgotten history. As they approached the front door, a cold wind swept through the broken windows, sending shivers down their spines.

"Look at this," whispered Sarah, pointing to the door. The hinges were rusted and loose, and the door creaked ominously as they pushed it open.

Inside, the house was a labyrinth of dark corridors and dusty rooms. The air was thick with the scent of mildew, and cobwebs draped like spectral curtains from the rafters. The group moved cautiously, their flashlights cutting through the darkness, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

As they ventured deeper into the house, the temperature seemed to drop, a chilling sensation that seemed to seep into their bones. The video's footage had shown a room where the forsaken were said to gather, and it was there that they found themselves standing.

The room was filled with old furniture and broken relics, each piece a relic of a bygone era. In the center of the room stood a large, ornate mirror, its surface cracked and covered in dust. The group gathered around the mirror, their breath visible in the cold air.

"Can you feel it?" asked Emily, her voice barely above a whisper. The group nodded, their bodies tingling with an inexplicable sense of dread.

Suddenly, the mirror began to glow, its surface pulsating with a strange, otherworldly light. The friends watched in horror as the image of a woman materialized in the mirror, her eyes hollow and her skin pale.

"Who are you?" Alex demanded, his voice steady despite the fear that had taken root in his chest.

The woman did not respond. Instead, she reached out towards the group, her fingers elongating into spindly, bone-like claws. The friends stumbled backwards, their hearts pounding in their chests as they realized the forsaken were not just spirits, but entities that could reach out and touch the living.

A chilling scream echoed through the house, and the friends turned to see the source of the sound. It was the video, now playing on a loop, its image frozen on the screen. The woman in the mirror had vanished, leaving behind only the lingering sensation of her presence.

"Run!" Alex shouted, and the group bolted from the room, their footsteps echoing through the house as they made their way to the front door. But as they reached the door, it was locked from the outside.

"No!" Emily gasped, her eyes wide with terror. "The door's locked!"

The friends realized too late that they were trapped. The forsaken were closing in, their eyes glowing in the darkness, their fingers reaching out like tendrils of darkness. The group's fear turned to desperation as they scrambled for the windows, only to find them boarded up.

"Help us!" Sarah shouted, her voice breaking.

But no one came. The forsaken were upon them, their fingers closing around their necks, their eyes filled with malice and a hunger for souls. The friends struggled, their voices filled with terror as the forsaken claimed them one by one.

The last thing any of them heard was the eerie howl of the dog, its sound growing louder as it echoed through the forsaken house, a final farewell to the living souls that dared to challenge the forgotten.

The forsaken house remained standing, a monument to the darkness that lurked within. And in the town of Eldridge, the locals whispered about the forsaken, their stories a testament to the power of the unknown and the terror that can arise when one dares to cross the line between the living and the dead.