The Haunting Feast

Every Halloween, the Grady Mansion stood silent, waiting. For years, locals whispered of its curse: an ancient family banquet trapped in time. Anyone foolish enough to dine inside would awaken spirits from their eternal slumber.

This year, curious teens, Emma, Alex, and Derek, decided to explore the old house. They slipped past the rusted gates under the dim moonlight. Inside, a dusty dining table stretched across the room, covered with an untouched feast—steaming dishes as though prepared just moments ago. The aroma was strangely enticing.

A handwritten note lay at the table’s center: “Eat at your own peril. The guests never leave.”

Ignoring the warning, hunger and bravado took over. Derek plucked a grape, Alex bit into a bread roll, and Emma tasted a sip of wine. Then, the candles around the room flickered, and shadows shifted across the walls. Laughter echoed, though no one else was there.

One by one, figures materialized—ethereal guests from another era. Their smiles stretched unnaturally wide, eyes gleaming with something far more sinister than joy. The room grew colder.

Emma screamed as the door slammed shut behind them. The ghosts reached out, pulling the teens closer to the table. “Stay,” they whispered, voices dripping with menace. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

With no way out, the teens realized the truth: they weren’t just visitors—they were the newest additions to the eternal feast.