It was supposed to be a fun family reunion at our old mansion, a place that had been in our family for generations. I had always loved spending time there, surrounded by my loved ones and the familiar creaks and groans of the old house.As we gathered in the grand hall, laughing and chatting, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nostalgia. My parents, my siblings, my aunts and uncles, and my cousins were all there, and it felt like old times.But as the night wore on, things started to feel off. At first, it was just small things. A door creaking open on its own, a faint whisper in the hallway. I tried to brush it off as the old house settling, but as the hours passed, the occurrences grew more frequent and more intense.Family members began to vanish one by one, only to reappear with a strange, glazed look in their eyes. I tried to stay calm, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.As the night wore on, I realized that we were trapped in the mansion. The doors and windows were sealed shut, and there was no escape.One by one, my family members were dragged screaming into the darkness. I was the only one left, stumbling through the dark, deserted halls, desperate to find a way out.That's when I stumbled upon a door hidden behind a tapestry. The door creaked open, revealing a room filled with old family photographs.But as I looked closer, I realized that the photographs were not what they seemed. They were actually portraits of my family members who had vanished, their eyes black as coal, their skin gray and decaying.And then, I heard a voice whispering in my ear. "Welcome to the family."
