The old house
loomed over the
village like a
dark omen.
Locals
whispered of
its cursed
past, a place
where shadows
danced in the
moonlight.
One fateful
night,
curiosity got
the better of
Anna, and she
crossed the
creaking
threshold.
The air grew
colder, a chill
wrapping around
her like a
tightening
noose.
In the
flickering
candlelight,
she saw the
portraits on
the wall, eyes
following her
every move.
Suddenly, a
low whisper
echoed from the
depths of the
house, calling
her name with a
sinister
familiarity.
Fear clawed at
her throat as
she turned to
flee, but the
door slammed
shut, trapping
her inside.
Each room she
entered felt
alive,
breathing
secrets of
those who had
vanished before
her.
She stumbled
upon a dusty
mirror, and her
reflection
grinned back—a
twisted version
of herself.
As the shadows
closed in, Anna
understood the
house’s true
hunger: it
devoured souls,
one by one.
With one final
scream, the
darkness
enveloped her,
and the house
sighed,
satisfied and
waiting for its
next guest.
The villagers
awoke the next
morning,
oblivious to
the new
portrait that
had just joined
the others on
the wall.
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