In the shadowy depths of fear, horror lurks in unseen corners and whispers in the dark. It creeps through crumbling hallways, its presence felt but never fully seen. The air grows heavy with dread, and every sound is a threat—a floorboard groaning, a breath too close. Madness gnaws at sanity, twisting reality into nightmares. Blood stains the walls, and the scent of decay lingers. Ghosts of the past haunt the living, their restless spirits demanding vengeance. Monsters, both human and inhuman, stalk their prey with relentless hunger. There is no escape, only the paralyzing certainty that something watches, waits, and wants. Horror strips away comfort, leaving only primal terror. It is the scream that chokes in your throat—the realization that the dark is not empty, and you are not alone.