In a small, forgotten town, there stood an old library that no one dared to enter. It was said that the books whispered secrets at night, drawing in anyone who listened too closely.One stormy evening, a curious girl named Clara decided to investigate. Armed with a flashlight, she pushed open the creaking door and stepped inside. The air was thick with dust and the scent of aged paper. As she wandered through the dimly lit aisles, she heard a faint murmur, like a voice calling her name.“Clara… come read…”Compelled, she followed the sound to a secluded corner where a single book lay open on a table, pages fluttering as if caught in a breeze. The title read The Stories We Tell. She leaned closer, and the whispers grew louder, wrapping around her like a cold embrace.As she began to read, the words transformed into images—terrifying scenes of despair and darkness. Each page turned pulled her deeper into the story until she realized too late that she was no longer in control. The characters trapped within the book reached out, their eyes hollow and desperate.“Join us,” they pleaded, their voices merging into a haunting chorus.Panic surged through Clara as she tried to close the book, but it wouldn’t budge. The whispers crescendoed, drowning out her screams. With one final, desperate effort, she tore herself away, stumbling back into the aisle