Eloise fled down the dimly lit corridor, her footsteps echoing in the silence like the frantic beating of a frightened heart. Shadows danced ominously on the walls, cast by the flickering candle sconces, adding to the eerie atmosphere. Her mind raced, the horrifying images of Mr. Gabrielli's monstrous display replaying endlessly in her head. The grandeur of the mansion, with its intricately carved woodwork and lavish tapestries, now felt oppressive. The ornate beauty was a deceptive veil, masking the malevolence lurking within its walls.
She turned a corner, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and stumbled slightly on the plush carpet that lined the hallway. The dim light cast long, eerie shadows that seemed to reach out and grab at her, heightening her sense of dread. Her pulse pounded in
