The moon hung
high in the
sky, casting an
eerie glow over
the abandoned
house.
Inside, the
walls whispered
secrets of
those who once
lived there.
A chilling
wind swept
through the
cracked
windows,
rattling the
old frames.
As she stepped
through the
rotting door,
an unseen
presence made
her shiver.
The air
thickened with
the scent of
decay, igniting
primal fears
within her.
Suddenly, she
heard a soft
cry echoing
from the dark
basement.
Curiosity
mingled with
dread as she
approached the
stairs, each
creak
amplifying her
heart's race.
With a
trembling hand,
she flicked on
the flashlight,
illuminating
the shadows
below.
What she saw
made her
freeze: a
huddled figure
staring back,
its eyes hollow
and haunted.
"Help me," it
rasped, voice
thin and
cracked like
parchment.
But as she
reached out,
the figure
vanished into
the darkness,
leaving only a
chilling
laughter
behind.
The door
slammed shut,
trapping her in
a suffocating
silence.
In that
moment, she
realized she
was not alone;
the house had
awakened.
Her scream was
swallowed by
the walls, and
the horror
claimed her,
one more lost
soul.
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