THE DARK FOREST

The study reeks of mildew and something more unsettling—Dr. Graves claims it's the scent of forbidden knowledge, but you're not so sure. The ancient tome on the desk pulses with an unnatural energy, its pages seeming to turn of their own accord when no one is looking.

From the hallway, Father Callahan calls out in a strained voice. "Elias, you need to see this." His crucifix glows faintly as he points to the east wing corridor, where the wallpaper has begun to peel away, revealing symbols that weren't there yesterday.

Dr. Webb nervously fingers his medical bag. "I've got sedatives if anyone needs them," he offers, though his trembling hands suggest he might need them most of all. The lantern flickers as a cold draft sweeps through the room, despite all windows being boarded shut.