Emma had always been curious about the stories her grandmother used to tell. Tales of a mysterious mansion, tucked away in the countryside, filled with artifacts from a life well-lived. When her grandmother passed away, leaving the mansion to Emma, she didn’t hesitate to visit.

The house was vast, its history evident in every creak of the floorboards and the heavy scent of aged wood. As Emma walked through the grand halls, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the house held secrets, tucked away in its forgotten corners.

It was on her second day of exploration that Emma found the winding staircase. Hidden behind a dusty bookcase, the staircase spiraled upward into the attic, only to end abruptly at a blank wall. The discovery sent a shiver down her spine. Why would anyone build a staircase to nowhere?

Intrigued, Emma climbed the staircase, each step groaning under her weight. The attic was dark, illuminated only by faint beams of light...