Chapitre 116: Story 116: The Haunting of Whispering Pines

Whispering Pines had always been a strange place, tucked away in the mountains, shrouded by thick forests and a perpetual mist that never seemed to lift. The town itself was small, barely a dot on the map, and most people avoided it—if they even knew it existed. Those who lived there were tight-lipped about their town’s dark history, passing down whispered stories from one generation to the next. The townsfolk knew better than to wander too far into the woods, especially after dark. But there were always those who didn’t heed the warnings.