The moon hung
low in the sky,
casting eerie
shadows over
the abandoned
house.
As Sarah
stepped over
the threshold,
a chill swept
through her, as
if the air
itself was
warning her to
turn back.
The floor
creaked under
her weight,
each sound
echoing like a
plea for mercy
from the
forgotten
spirits trapped
within.
Suddenly, a
whisper floated
through the
dusty hall,
chilling her to
the bone; it
called her name
with a
sweetness that
belied its
sinister
intent.
Heart racing,
Sarah followed
the voice
deeper into the
house, drawn by
a morbid
curiosity that
fogged her
mind.
The rooms were
filled with old
photographs,
eyes staring
out at her with
a sense of
longing and
despair.
In the fading
light, she
reached a door
that seemed to
pulse with a
life of its
own, beckoning
her to enter.
As she opened
it, the air
turned frigid,
and the
whispers became
deafening, a
cacophony of
lost souls
demanding
release.
Before she
could scream,
the door
slammed shut
behind her,
sealing her
fate within the
cursed walls of
the house.
Now, every
night the moon
rises, she
calls out for
help, her voice
mingling with
those who came
before her,
forever trapped
in a horror
story with no
end.
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