Following the chilling success of their first collection, Lady Eckland, Glenn Riley, and new collaborator, Bella Darkwood return to guide you through the shadowy corridors of fear with their second compendium, *Whispers In The Dark 2*. These master...
Janice Harding gripped the steering wheel tightly, squinting through the dense fog that hung like a veil over the deserted country road. Her headlights cut feeble beams that seemed to dissipate before illuminating more than a few feet ahead.
She should have turned back hours ago when the fog started rolling in. But her journalistic instincts were piqued by the rumors surrounding this stretch of road - tales of ghost lights, phantom figures, and inexplicable car troubles all centered around the old railway crossing up ahead.
"Urban legends," she muttered to herself, "Complete nonsense."
As a journalist working for a small paranormal magazine, it was her mission to debunk these ridiculous ghost stories with cold, hard facts. She'd uncover some rational explanation and put an end to the frightening mythos surrounding this place once and for all.
A flicker of light through the fog caught her eye. Up ahead, the crossing signals blinked an ominous warning, the red lights reflecting eerily off the low-hanging mist. Janice slowed and peered down the tracks, but the dense fog made it impossible to see if a train was coming.
She inched forward, the tires crunching on the gravel between the rusted tracks. The fog seemed to thicken as she neared the center of the crossing. A faint sound reached her ears - a low, mournful wail that raised the hairs on the back of her neck.
"Just the wind," she told herself unconvincingly.
A scraping noise made her jump. She slammed on the brakes, staring in horror at her rearview mirror. Two spindly arms, fingers like claws, gripped the trunk of her car, visible for just a moment before fading away into the fog.
Heart pounding, she threw the car into reverse and slammed the gas pedal. The tires spun uselessly, flinging gravel but failing to gain traction. Janice's mind raced - had she hit something on the tracks?
A piercing wail like a thousand anguished voices made her clap her hands over her ears. It seemed to come from all around, pressing in through the fog. She threw open the car door and scrambled outside, choking on the thick mist.
That's when she saw them - shadows flickering amidst the gloom. Hunched, twisted figures lurching towards her, their skeletal arms outstretched and grasping. Janice let out a scream and turned to run.
Icy fingers seized her wrist and she froze, petrified, as a decomposing face thrust out of the fog. Shreds of putrid flesh clung to sunken cheeks, the jaw unhinged and gaping in a silent wail of anguish. She opened her mouth to scream again but only a strangled gurgle escaped her lips.
The ghastly figure drew closer until its lifeless eyes bored into hers. Janice's legs trembled, and she sank to her knees as the strength left her body. Voices echoed around her, howling in torment and despair. The clawed hands gripped her arms and she couldn't move, couldn't breathe...
