The old house
loomed at the
end of the
street, its
boarded windows
hiding secrets
long buried.
Locals
whispered of
the curse that
fell upon
anyone who
dared to enter
its decaying
halls.
One stormy
night, a group
of
thrill-seeking
friends decided
to test their
courage and
stepped inside.
The door
creaked
ominously as it
shut behind
them, sealing
their fate
within the
darkness.
They laughed
nervously at
the creaking
floorboards,
attempting to
shake off the
sense of
impending doom.
Suddenly, a
chilling
whisper echoed
through the
air, calling
each of their
names.
Panic set in
as shadows
danced along
the walls,
morphing into
figures of
despair.
One by one,
they vanished,
swallowed by
the malevolent
spirit that
dwelled within.
As dawn broke,
the house stood
silent once
more, with only
the faint
sounds of their
laughter
lingering in
the air.
Years later,
the townsfolk
still spoke of
the night
shadows
consumed the
last of the
brave.
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