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...
The rain lashed against the windshield in sheets as Jenna gripped the steering wheel, peering through the deluge. "I don't think we're going to make it to the trailhead tonight," she called over the pounding on the roof of her SUV.
Trevor, riding shotgun, glanced back at their three friends huddled in the backseat. "We can't stay out here. Let's look for somewhere to pull over until this storm passes."
Jenna nodded, inching the vehicle forward as branches and debris blurred past in the darkness. A flash of lightning briefly illuminated a gravel side road barely visible through the trees. "There, I'm turning down that path."
The narrow track twisted deeper into the forest, the encroaching tree limbs scraping along the sides of the SUV. Just as Jenna feared they'd made a wrong turn, a looming shape materialized ahead - a small cabin nestled in a clearing.
"Thank god," Alyssa exhaled from the backseat. "My feet are soaked."
Jenna pulled up to the dilapidated wooden structure and killed the engine. "It looks...abandoned. But we're out of options."
The five friends grabbed their packs and coats, making a mad dash through the downpour to the cabin's rickety porch. Trevor tried the door, surprised when it creaked open.
"Hello?" he called into the gloom beyond the threshold. "Anybody here?"
Silence, save for the pounding of the rain on the tin roof. Exchanging apprehensive looks, the group hurried inside and out of the torrent. Thunder rumbled ominously in the distance as Jenna pulled the door closed behind them.
The interior was bare, a thick layer of dust coating the hardwood floors. An ancient potbellied stove sat in one corner, cobwebs hanging like shredded curtains from the rafters above. The air smelled of mold and decay.
"Creepy," Micah muttered, hugging his arms. "Are you sure this was a good idea?"
Lightning briefly backlit the grimy windows, flashing strange shadows across the walls. In that split second, Alyssa thought she saw the hint of movement in the far corner. A chill raced up her spine as her eyes darted around the cabin's dim interior. Just her imagination, she told herself.
"This place is probably a hundred years old," Becca said, kicking at a fragment of rotting wood near the stove. "I wonder what it was used for way out here?"
"Does it really matter?" Micah glanced nervously over his shoulder at the inky blackness through the windows. "As long as it keeps us dry and gets us out of that storm."
A fresh boom of thunder rattled the cabin. Jenna huddled with the others, suppressing a tremble. "Let's just try to get some rest. We'll have to hike out first thing in the morning."
