The night was cloaked in shadows as Dana and her team approached the abandoned building. The air was thick with tension, the kind that prickled the skin and sent shivers down spines. They had planned meticulously, waiting until the stroke of midnight before making their move.
Sid moved with the stealth of a seasoned scout, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of life. After a thorough sweep, he returned to the group with a slight nod. "All clear," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Dana led the way, her movements precise and calculated. But just as they were about to step inside, an invisible barrier stopped them in their tracks. It was like walking into a wall of solid air. They recoiled, startled and confused.
"Mom, what is happening? Why can't we get in?" Marcus's voice broke the silence, laced with confusion and fear.
Dana extended her hand, feeling the strange resistance. "It has been spelled," she said, her tone grave.
