The Freefall of the 7th Season: A Descent into the Abyss

The rain began to pour as the old, rickety house stood in the shadow of the storm. The wind howled through the broken windows, carrying with it the scent of decay and the distant echo of laughter. It was the 7th season, a time when the veil between worlds grew thin, and the supernatural lurked just beyond the senses.

Eliza had always been drawn to the eerie tales whispered about the house on the hill. Her curiosity was piqued by the stories of the previous owners, who had vanished without a trace. But it was her sister’s sudden disappearance that pushed her over the edge into the abyss.

Eliza had found her sister’s diary, filled with cryptic entries about the 7th season and a strange ritual that seemed to be the key to her sister’s fate. Determined to uncover the truth, she decided to venture into the house on the eve of the 7th season.

The air grew colder as she approached the dilapidated structure. The door creaked open, and she stepped inside, her flashlight cutting through the darkness. The walls were adorned with faded portraits, each one more haunting than the last. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her resolve unyielding.

The house seemed to breathe, its walls alive with a sinister energy. Eliza followed the trail of her sister’s diary, leading her to a hidden room at the end of a narrow corridor. The door was locked, but she managed to break it open, revealing a small, dimly lit chamber.

In the center of the room stood a pedestal, upon which rested a strange, ornate box. The box was adorned with symbols that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. Eliza’s heart raced as she approached it, her fingers trembling as she reached out to touch the box.

Suddenly, the room began to spin, and Eliza lost her balance. She stumbled backward, her flashlight flickering and then going out. In the darkness, she felt a cold hand grasp her shoulder, and she spun around, her eyes wide with fear.

There, standing before her, was a figure cloaked in shadows. The figure’s eyes glowed with an eerie light, and its mouth twisted into a grotesque smile. "Welcome to the 7th season," it hissed.

Eliza tried to scream, but no sound would come out. The figure stepped closer, its hand reaching out to touch her. She felt a chill run down her spine, and then everything went black.

When Eliza awoke, she found herself lying on the floor of the hidden room. The box was gone, and the pedestal was empty. She struggled to her feet, her head throbbing with pain. As she made her way back through the house, she realized that something was missing.

The house was quiet now, the wind having died down. She reached the front door and stepped outside, the rain having stopped. The sky was a deep, ominous gray, and the trees swayed in the wind as if in a dance of dread.

Eliza’s eyes widened as she noticed something strange. The house was no longer there. In its place stood a vast, empty field, the only sound the distant, eerie laughter that seemed to echo from the depths of the abyss.

She ran, her heart pounding in her chest, but the laughter followed her, growing louder with each step. She turned and looked behind her, but there was nothing but the empty field and the endless, haunting laughter.

Eliza collapsed to her knees, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked up at the sky, the rain beginning to fall once more. She realized that she was trapped, forever descending into the abyss of the 7th season.

The laughter grew louder, and Eliza felt a chill run down her spine. She closed her eyes, willing herself to wake up from this nightmare. But as the rain continued to pour, she knew that this was no dream. She was trapped, forever descending into the abyss of the 7th season.