Nestled deep within the dense forest stood a dilapidated shack, weathered by countless storms. It possessed a peculiar gloom that drew vapid wanderers near, for etched upon its peeling wooden door was a face—eyes, a crooked nose, and a weary smile.
Or so it appeared to on the door, until you would get to close enough…
Whispers of a otherworldly force encased this enigmatic structure, whispered by a long-forgotten being. Granting the shack an uncanny ability to reflect the spirits of all who crossed its path, imbuing weary souls with fear of entering the shack, and if so, never leaving.
