Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 486: Story : Shadows of the Grand Hall
The team stood at the base of the enormous staircase, catching their breath after their harrowing ordeal. The grandeur of the hall, illuminated by the soft glow of golden chandeliers, now seemed to hum with an eerie energy. The wooden banisters, intricately carved, no longer moved, but the unsettling memory of their earlier animation lingered in everyone's mind.
"This place feels like it's watching us," Shadow said, her rifle poised and ready. Her sharp eyes darted across the balconies and arched openings that loomed over the hall like silent spectators.
Ghost, ever the silent observer, gestured toward the upper levels. "Multiple vantage points. Too many blind spots. This isn't just a hall—it's a battleground waiting to happen."
"Agreed," Rook said, his voice steady. "We move carefully. There's no telling what this place has in store for us next."
The team ascended the staircase, their boots muffled by the thick crimson carpet. The faint warmth emanating from the polished wood felt unnatural, as though the structure itself was alive. At the top, the team was greeted by an open corridor flanked by heavy wooden doors, their brass handles shaped like snarling beasts.
"This is too quiet," Bulwark muttered, his hand gripping his heavy weapon tightly.
As if in response to his words, the grand hall's chandelier lights flickered, and the air grew colder. A low, resonant hum filled the space, reverberating off the walls.
"Stay close," Rook commanded. "Whatever's coming, it's not friendly."
One of the heavy doors creaked open on its own, revealing a room bathed in golden light. The faint sound of music drifted out—a haunting melody played on an old piano. The team exchanged wary glances before Rook stepped forward, signaling the others to follow.
Inside, the room was breathtaking. It was a lavish parlor with high, vaulted ceilings, ornate rugs, and rows of barrels stacked against the brick walls. A crackling fireplace added warmth to the space, but the centerpiece was the piano itself, positioned beneath an arched window. A figure sat at the piano, its back to the team.
The music stopped. The figure—clad in a tattered black cloak—slowly turned its head, revealing a face obscured by shadow. Its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire.
"Welcome, travelers," the figure said, its voice smooth and echoing. "You've made it far, but your trials are only beginning."
"Who are you?" Rook demanded, stepping forward with his weapon drawn.
The figure chuckled, a sound that seemed to reverberate through the walls. "I am but a keeper of this place, a guardian of the secrets you seek. But to move forward, you must prove yourselves worthy."
The doors behind the team slammed shut, and the barrels along the walls exploded outward, revealing twisted humanoid shapes made of wood and metal. Their glowing eyes locked onto the team as the figure rose from the piano.
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"Let the next trial begin," it said, its voice a mix of menace and amusement.
Weapons ready, the team prepared for the fight of their lives, the haunting melody of the piano still echoing in their minds.
