The old house
stood at the
edge of the
forest,
shrouded in
fog.
No villagers
dared to
venture near,
speaking only
in hushed
whispers.
Legends spoke
of a family
that vanished
without a
trace, leaving
behind their
haunting
memories.
One brave soul
decided to
uncover the
truth, armed
with only a
flashlight and
trembling
courage.
As night fell,
shadows danced
along the
walls,
whispering
secrets long
forgotten.
Suddenly, the
lights
flickered, and
an icy chill
swept through
the air.
The echoes of
laughter
transformed
into
blood-curdling
screams.
He stumbled
upon an old
photograph,
their faces
twisted in
agony, pleading
for release.
Then, the door
slammed shut
behind him,
trapping him in
eternal
darkness.
From outside,
all that was
heard was the
rustling of
leaves, as if
the forest
itself was
alive and
watching.
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