Mario and Liamore had been dating for a few months when they decided to spend a weekend at a secluded cabin in the woods. It was a charming place, far from the bustle of the city, perfect for a romantic getaway. They arrived late in the afternoon, the sun setting behind the thick trees, casting long shadows on the ground.
As the night fell, the couple settled in by the fireplace, the warmth of the flames contrasting with the cold, eerie silence outside. They told stories, laughed, and enjoyed each other's company. Around midnight, Mario suggested they go for a walk under the stars. Liamore hesitated but agreed, feeling safe with Mario by her side.
They stepped outside, the cool air nipping at their skin. The forest was dark and quiet, the only sounds being their footsteps and the occasional rustle of leaves. As they walked deeper into the woods, Mario noticed a faint, flickering light in the distance. Curious, he pointed it out to Liamore, and they decided to investigate.
The light led them to an old, abandoned church, its windows broken and walls covered in ivy. The door creaked loudly as they pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit interior with rows of decaying pews and a crumbling altar. At the center of the altar, there was an old, dusty book with strange symbols on its cover.
Mario, intrigued, picked up the book and opened it. The pages were filled with cryptic texts and drawings of eerie, otherworldly creatures. Liamore felt a chill run down her spine and urged Mario to leave, but he was too engrossed in the book to listen. Suddenly, a cold wind swept through the church, extinguishing the candles and plunging them into darkness.
In the pitch black, they heard a soft, whispering voice that seemed to come from all directions. "Leave now, or suffer the consequences," it hissed. Mario, now frightened, dropped the book and grabbed Liamore's hand, pulling her towards the exit. But the door slammed shut with a force that shook the entire building.
Panic set in as they realized they were trapped. The whispering grew louder, more insistent, and the air grew colder. Liamore clung to Mario, her heart pounding in her chest. They fumbled in the dark, trying to find another way out, but the church seemed to have a life of its own, the walls closing in around them.
In a desperate attempt to escape, Mario remembered the book and the strange symbols. He ran back to the altar and started chanting the words he had seen earlier. The whispering intensified, turning into a cacophony of angry voices. The ground beneath them began to shake, and a blinding light filled the room.
When the light faded, Mario and Liamore found themselves outside the church, gasping for breath. The building behind them was gone, replaced by an empty clearing. They didn't wait to question what had happened and ran back to the cabin as fast as they could.
They spent the rest of the night huddled together, too scared to sleep. When morning finally came, they packed their things and left, vowing never to return. They never spoke of the church again, but the memory of that night haunted them for years to come.
No one else ever found the church, and the forest remained quiet and undisturbed. But every now and then, on dark, windy nights, some say you can still hear the faint whispers, warning intruders to stay away.