In a small village overshadowed by an ancient forest, local legend spoke of a hidden entrance to the Underworld, a place where the lost souls wandered, waiting for the living to find them. Despite the warnings from elders, a group of curious teenagers decided to explore the woods one fateful night, drawn by tales of treasure and adventure.
As they ventured deeper into the forest, the air grew colder, and an unnatural fog enveloped them. Flickering lights danced among the trees, guiding them to a gnarled, twisted tree with a dark hole at its base. Ignoring their better judgment, they crawled through the opening, finding themselves in an eerie landscape bathed in twilight. The ground was made of blackened soil, and ghostly figures drifted silently, their hollow eyes watching the intruders with a mixture of longing and despair.
The teens soon realized they were trapped in the Underworld, and the way back was gone. Panic set in as they heard whispers echoing around them—voices of those who had come before, warning them of the horrors that lay ahead. As they tried to escape, the ground beneath them trembled, and shadowy figures emerged, pulling them into the darkness.
One by one, the teenagers vanished, consumed by the very souls they had sought to escape. The last remaining girl, Emma, felt a cold hand grip her ankle, and she screamed as she was dragged down into the abyss. The forest outside grew still, the flickering lights extinguishing one by one, leaving only silence as the entrance to the Underworld closed, waiting for the next group of curious souls.
