Evil Spirit Album

My name is Goldman Sachs and I live an ordinary life. But that night, everything changed. I stumbled into the old house that had been abandoned by the years. The surroundings were filled with thick fog, so thick that it was almost impossible to breathe, and the cold wind whistled in the ears like a shrill ghost. In the dark corner, piles of debris exuded a putrid smell, and an old photo album stood out, as if it came from hell. When my fingers touched the photo album, a chill instantly ran through my body, as if a mysterious and evil force drove me to open it. From then on, my life fell into an abyss of terror. Every sleepless night, those blurry and strange images in the photo album linger in my mind. I'm exhausted both physically and mentally, and I don't know how much longer I can hold on, or if I can find a way to escape the curse. Struggling in fear, exploring in despair, just for that glimmer of hope to escape the nightmare. This terrible photo album clings to me like a demon, plunging me into darkness and making it difficult to escape. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.