The old
mansion stood
menacingly at
the end of the
street.
Whispers
echoed through
the decaying
walls,
reminding the
townsfolk of
its dark past.
Late one
stormy night, a
curious group
of teenagers
dared each
other to enter.
As they
stepped inside,
the door
creaked shut
behind them,
sealing their
fate.
Shadows danced
in the flicker
of their
flashlights,
revealing
ghastly
portraits on
the walls.
A chill ran
down their
spines when
they heard a
soft giggle
coming from the
attic.
Summoning
their courage,
they ascended
the creaking
staircase,
unaware of the
sinister
presence
waiting in the
dark.
In an instant,
the laughter
turned to a
deafening
scream that
echoed through
the halls.
With no way
out, the teens
realized the
mansion wasn’t
just haunted;
it was alive.
One by one,
they vanished,
swallowed by
the malevolent
spirit that
thrived on
their fear.
Years later,
only their
echoes
remained,
adding to the
whispers that
terrified the
town.
The mansion
still stands,
beckoning the
next group of
unsuspecting
souls.
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