The old house
loomed
ominously at
the end of the
street.
Rumors of
ghostly
whispers filled
the air
whenever night
fell.
Curiosity got
the better of
Sarah as she
stepped inside,
flashlight
trembling in
her hand.
The wooden
floorboards
creaked
underfoot,
echoing her
heartbeat like
a death knell.
Shadows danced
along the
walls,
flickering in
the dim light,
teasing her
with unseen
horrors.
Suddenly, she
felt a chill
brush against
her neck, a
breath from the
unknown.
"Who's there?"
she called, her
voice barely
above a
whisper.
Silence
enveloped her,
heavy and
thick, as if
the house
itself was
holding its
breath.
Then, a raspy
whisper floated
through the
air, "I've been
waiting for
you.
" She turned
to run, but the
door slammed
shut with a
wrathful boom.
Panic surged
within her as
the darkness of
the room seemed
to come alive.
The walls
began to close
in, whispering
secrets of the
souls trapped
within.
As the shadows
swallowed her
whole, she
understood—the
horror had just
begun.
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