The Phantom's Lullaby: The Melancholic Song of the Haunted Lovers in the Abandoned Inn

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the abandoned inn. Its windows, long since shattered, gaped like the eyes of a monster, watching over the desolate landscape. The inn had been a beacon of warmth and comfort in its prime, but now it stood as a testament to the passage of time and the relentless march of fate.

The group of friends, led by the brash and adventurous Alice, had heard tales of the inn's haunting. The legend spoke of a Phantom, a lover turned ghost, who would sing a melancholic lullaby to those who dared to enter. The song was said to be a siren's call, drawing the lost souls to their doom.

Ignoring the whispers of caution, Alice and her friends pushed open the creaking door. The air inside was thick with dust and the scent of decay. The once-grand inn was now a shell of its former self, its once-luxurious furnishings reduced to mere relics of a bygone era.

"Let's find the room where the Phantom sings," Alice declared, her voice tinged with excitement and fear.

They navigated the labyrinthine corridors, their footsteps echoing through the empty halls. The walls were adorned with faded portraits, their eyes seemingly following their every move. The air grew colder as they approached the room at the end of the hall, the door slightly ajar.

Inside, the room was a mess of broken furniture and cobwebs. A grand piano stood in the center, its keys covered in dust. The Phantom's lullaby seemed to emanate from the instrument, a haunting melody that sent shivers down their spines.

Alice approached the piano, her fingers trembling as she touched the keys. The melody grew louder, more insistent, and the room seemed to sway with the rhythm. The others, frozen in place, watched in horror as Alice's eyes rolled back in her head.

"Stop!" someone shouted, but it was too late. Alice's body was pulled towards the piano, her limbs flailing as she was drawn into the instrument. The lullaby reached its crescendo, and the room was enveloped in a blinding light.

When the light faded, Alice was gone. The others rushed to the piano, but it was empty. The lullaby had stopped, leaving behind a haunting silence.

The next morning, the inn was found abandoned once more. The friends had vanished without a trace, their fate a mystery that would never be solved. The Phantom's lullaby had claimed its victims, and the inn remained a place of dread and sorrow.

Weeks passed, and the legend of the Phantom's lullaby grew stronger. It was said that those who dared to enter the inn would never leave, forever bound to the melody of love and loss. The inn became a symbol of the supernatural, a place where the line between the living and the dead blurred.

And so, the haunting continued, the melancholic song of the haunted lovers echoing through the abandoned inn, a reminder of the eternal love that knows no bounds, even in death.