The night had thickened into a suffocating darkness. Shadows clung to the corners of the abandoned mansion, as though the house itself had grown alive and resentful. Raghav stood at the doorway, breath shallow, holding the rusted lantern he had found earlier. Its weak flame sputtered, threatening to vanish and leave him blind among the whispers of the past.He should have left. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to run. Yet something unseen pulled him further inside, a force as cold as the grave but irresistible, like an invisible hand guiding him toward his doom.The corridor stretched long