Story 213: The Forsaken Sanctuary
Damien Rook and Lena entered the Forsaken Sanctuary, a long-abandoned church hidden deep within the heart of the forest. The stone walls were cracked and overgrown with vines, its once-proud stained glass windows now shattered and dark. But it wasn’t just the decay that set Damien on edge—it was the stories of what had taken place here. The Sanctuary was said to be cursed, a place where lost souls wandered and something far darker lingered in the shadows.
“This is the place,” Damien muttered, his voice echoing softly through the hollowed-out halls. His revolver was drawn, but even the weight of it in his hand didn’t shake the sense of dread that crawled up his spine.
Lena moved ahead, her eyes sharp and alert. “I don’t like this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “There’s something wrong here.”