Eerie nostalgia
The secluded cabin exuded an eerie nostalgia, its rooms filled with relics of family gatherings. Dusty photo frames lined the mantle, and worn-out furniture was scattered throughout.
It was both familiar and foreign, like stepping into a time capsule. Each creak of the wooden floors echoed with memories I barely recognized.
I walked from room to room, trying to piece together any clues that might hint at the family’s hidden past and the secrets it held.