As darkness consumed the room, the/a/an chilling wind whipped through the broken window panes. My heart pounded against my ribs like a trapped bird, each/every/a single beat echoing in the oppressive silence. I huddled deeper into the corner, desperate/trying/willing to disappear into the shadows. But the shadows held no https://seo-backlinks42974.dailyhitblog.com/42796484/the-haunting-hour-a-personal-terror