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...
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The gear shifts scraped as Alex's beat-up Sedan crunched over gravel and broken cement. His headlights carved a path through the darkness, revealing glimpses of corroded I-beams, vines creeping over mountains of crumbling brick, and hulks of rusting machinery.
He killed the lights and engine, enveloping the car in shadow. The sudden silence felt heavy, like a weight pressing in. His heart pounded as he checked the red light on his GoPro, took a deep breath, and stepped out.
A stale, metallic scent filled the humid air. Looming all around, the skeletal remains of Ashcroft Steel Mill merged with the night. Alex swung his camera light in an arc, shards of glass crunching under his sneakers. He framed the shot on the enormous collapsed shed in front of him.
“What’s up Fear Facters, Alex Mercer comin’ at you live. I’m outside the legendary Ashcroft Mill. Been wanting to explore this nightmare factory for years.”
He moved closer to the mountain of rubble, scanning the debris—bent steel beams, piles of crumbled brick, rampant vegetation snaking through everything.
“This place has been abandoned since the 80s after an accident killed a bunch of workers. Rumor is their ghosts still haunt these ruins.” His light revealed a dark, gaping hole in the bricks. “I’m going in to find out. Stay frosty.”
Ducking through the opening, the flashlight carved a tunnel through swirling dust. Alex’s rapid breaths echoed as he crept over mounds of debris down a passage choked with vines and litter.
“Holy crap,” he whispered, the camera scanning left and right, “this is insane.”
The cone of light exposed glimpses of gigantic rusted hulks, stairways climbing into blackness, and gaping doorways dotted with blinking red lights. He moved toward a corridor barely visible behind a tangle of vines. A wall of hot, stale air blasted him as he parted the leaves. Stenciled letters barely legible through the corrosion read Main Assembly.
“I think this is one of the main factory floors,” he said, creeping down the passage. “Might still find some functioning machines. Place is freakin’ huge.”
The flashlight revealed a cavernous space—a wasteland of inert metal hulks, vines, broken brick and debris. Shattered windows lined the upper walls. Many panes were missing, letting humid air circulate. Wedged in the shadows, Alex thought he saw shapes—machinery, old barrels, a forklift. Or were they statues, even figures? Tricks of the light.
“Probably toxic as hell in here,” Alex muttered. Something skittered in the dark. “But who cares. We’re going deep tonight, boys and girls.”
Balancing precariously on a bent steel beam, he scanned the expanse with his light. His camera caught the words “Furnace Corridor” stenciled above a passage choked with debris across the vast room.
“There’s our way in, Fa...ah!” Alex cried out as his foot caught a chunk of concrete. He crashed to the floor, the flashlight and camera skidding away, screen cracking.
