"The Bite Of Whispering Pines"

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A cursed and forgotten farm hidden deep within the woods, where death is only the beginning. Whispering Pines was built long ago on an ancient burial ground, its soil soaked with blood and secrets, now haunted by skinwalkers, shadow people, vampires, and entities too twisted to name. The surrounding woods are alive, not with wildlife, but with the sounds of footsteps that never catch up, whispers that aren’t yours, and breathing that isn't coming from you. Only one man—the original owner—ever came out alive, and some say he never truly left. As you step beyond the rusted gates and into the forest, the air grows colder, thicker. You’ll feel them before you see them—figures watching, stalking, feeding. In the distance, the off-key ringing of church bells pierces the silence, leading you to a crooked, moss-covered church, leaning like it’s trying to escape its own wickedness. Inside, the air is damp, cold, and smells of candle wax, mold, and something metallic—blood. People kneel in corners, rocking, shaking, murmuring prayers to gods that don’t listen, or perhaps to something much worse...