In the heart
of a desolate
town stood an
ancient
mansion, its
windows cracked
and walls
shrouded in
shadows.
The townsfolk
whispered of
its dark past,
tales of
disappearances
and ghostly
figures
wandering its
halls.
One stormy
night, a
curious
traveler,
intrigued by
the legend,
approached the
creaking door.
As he stepped
inside, a chill
enveloped him,
and the air was
thick with the
scent of decay.
He saw
portraits on
the walls,
their eyes
following his
every move,
frozen in
eternal
torment.
Suddenly,
whispers filled
the room,
echoing the
names of those
who once
resided within.
The traveler
felt an icy
hand grip his
shoulder, and a
voice hissed,
"You should not
have come here.
" In a panic,
he turned to
flee, but the
door slammed
shut, trapping
him in the
mansion's dark
embrace.
With every
heartbeat, the
walls seemed to
close in, and
shadows danced
menacingly,
hungry for
another soul.
As the clock
struck
midnight, the
traveler
realized he was
not the first
to wander into
this nightmare,
nor would he be
the last.
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