TRUE Scary Story Told In The RAIN

Echoes of the Dand in the heart of a Relentless storm a circle of friends found themselves huddled around a feeble flickering fire the only source of light in the suffocating Darkness the rain battered down with Fury as if trying to extinguish their last Refuge the air was Heavy with a forboding sense of dread and the friends clad in drenched clothes clung to each other for Comfort desperation in their eyes they decided to distract themselves with tales of the supernatural not knowing they were about to open a portal to their deepest fears the first story began a chilling tale of a haunted Asylum its walls echoing with the screams of past patients as the details grew more gruesome the friends failed to notice the SLE change in the rain's Rhythm it was as if the droplets themselves were Whispering murmuring secrets too dark to be spoken aloud unsettled the group pressed on thinking the sounds were mere figments of their imagination but with each story told The Whispers grew louder more insistent intertwining with the tales of ghostly encounters and demonic possessions revealing unspeakable Horrors and sins left Untold the storm outside mirrored their growing Panic winds howling like tormented souls and the rain falling harder as if angered by their intrusion the fire flickered violently casting ominous Shadows that seemed to dance and wrie in agony one by one the friends fell silent Paralyzed by fear as The Whispers turned into guttural growls recounting a tale of betrayal and a spirit wronged seeking Vengeance from Beyond the Grave the fire's light dimmed and the friends realized with horror that their surroundings were dissolving Into Darkness the storm consuming everything in its path frantic they tried to flee but an invisible force held them in place their bodies Frozen as The Whispers reached a deepening Crescendo and then one by one they began to vanish their screams swallowed by the storm leaving behind Nothing But The Echoes of their stories and the Sinister Whispers In The Rain when the storm finally subsided and the search parties ventured into the woods all they found was a circle of ched Earth where the fire had once been the air was thick with an eerie silence but if one listened closely they could hear faint Whispers carried by the breeze recounting Tales of Terror and despair the friends were never seen again their stories becoming part of the forest's dark Lore a chilling reminder of the night the storm Unleashed its Fury erasing them from existence and leaving behind Only The Whispers of the Music.