The old
mansion loomed
at the end of
the street, its
windows boarded
and shadows
whispering
secrets.
Local children
dared each
other to touch
its rotting
gate, swearing
it was cursed.
One stormy
night, a
curious boy
named Tommy
ventured
inside, lured
by a flickering
light.
He stumbled
upon a dusty
room filled
with portraits
of the previous
owners, their
eyes seeming to
follow him.
Suddenly, a
chilling laugh
echoed through
the hall,
sending shivers
down his spine.
Tommy turned
to flee, but
the door
slammed shut,
trapping him in
the malevolent
darkness.
As he pressed
against the
wood, a cold
breath brushed
his neck, and
he felt
something thin
and sinister
slide past him.
He gasped and
turned to see a
tall figure,
wrapped in
shadows, with a
mouth twisted
into a grin.
"Welcome
home," the
voice croaked,
as the once
silent walls
began to pulse
with life,
whispering his
name.
And in that
moment, Tommy
realized he was
never meant to
leave the house
alive.
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