The old house
at the end of
the street had
a reputation
for being
haunted.
Local kids
dared each
other to enter,
but only one
dared to step
inside.
As he crossed
the threshold,
the door
creaked
ominously
behind him.
Dust motes
danced in the
feeble beam of
his flashlight,
casting eerie
shadows.
He noticed a
chilling
painting of a
woman—a frozen
smile stretched
across her
face.
Suddenly, the
temperature
dropped, and he
could see his
breath in front
of him.
A faint
whisper echoed
through the
halls, calling
his name in a
raspy voice.
Panic surged
as he turned to
flee, but the
door slammed
shut on its
own.
Trapped, he
felt the air
grow thicker,
the shadows
crawling closer
around him.
In an instant,
the painting of
the woman
changed, her
eyes now dark
and hollow.
Realizing too
late that the
stories were
true, he
screamed, but
no one could
hear.
The house
absorbed his
fear, leaving
only silence
and an empty
void behind.
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