Veins of the Forgotten
The old lighthouse stood sentinel against the crashing waves, its beam long extinguished. Inside, Mara discovered the keeper's log, entries detailing how the sea claimed not just ships but the very essence of men. Shadows moved independently, forming tendrils that caressed her skin with icy intent. Her flashlight flickered as guttural moans rose from the depths below. Compelled by an unseen force, she descended the spiraling stairs, each step echoing with the screams of the d…
Free AI-generated tale · Horror · EN
