A lonely, antique couch sits in the middle of a dimly lit, abandoned room. Its once-luxurious fabric is now tattered and faded, with deep claw marks etched into the wooden armrests. Wisps of shadowy, malevolent spirits swirl around it, their ghostly forms shifting between human-like faces twisted in silent screams and skeletal hands reaching out hungrily. The air is thick with an eerie, unnatural mist that seems to pulse with dark energy. Faint whispers and distant, chilling laughter echo through the room as the spirits spiral faster, as if drawn to the cursed couch by some unseen force. The flickering candlelight barely holds back the creeping darkness.