Cannabelle

When I first met Annabelle, she seemed like the girl of my dreams—charming, alluring, and a little mysterious. It was just a casual invitation to a party, and I thought I was in for a night of fun. But as the room spun and darkness enveloped me, I realized I had made a grave mistake. I woke up tied to a cold, metal table, surrounded by a group of strangers whose hungry gazes sent chills down my spine. Laughter mingled with the scent of something sinister in the air, and horror crept in as I pieced together the truth. They weren’t here to celebrate; they were here to feast.