Tina, her own heart still racing from the encounter, shook her head, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “I have no idea, James. I don’t know where they are leading us.” With James right behind her, they kept going through the thick woods.
As they ventured deeper, the distressed noises she had been hearing earlier grew louder with every step, creating an ominous soundtrack to their journey. The sounds seemed to reverberate through the trees, and the tension in the air became palpable. Finally, they reached the origin of the noises – a dark, old well.