The old
mansion stood
at the edge of
the woods,
shrouded in
darkness.
Legends
whispered of
the spirits
trapped within
its rotting
walls.
Curiosity
drove Emma to
push open the
creaking door.
Dust motes
danced in the
beam of her
flashlight,
illuminating
forgotten
memories.
As she stepped
inside, the
temperature
plummeted, and
a chilling
breeze swept
through the
hallway.
Footsteps
echoed behind
her, though she
was certain she
was alone.
Heart racing,
she spun
around, but
only shadows
greeted her.
The walls
seemed to pulse
with a sinister
heartbeat,
beckoning her
further in.
In the
distance,
laughter filled
the
air—childlike,
innocent, yet
pervaded with
malice.
Emma felt an
overwhelming
urge to flee,
but her legs
felt rooted to
the floor.
Suddenly, the
laughter
stopped,
replaced by a
deep, menacing
whisper.
“Stay and play
with us
forever,” it
echoed, sending
icy dread
through her
veins.
With a surge
of adrenaline,
she broke free
from whatever
held her
captive.
As she ran for
the door, the
darkness
writhed and
clawed at her
heels.
Just as she
burst outside,
she glanced
back to see the
figures of
children
watching her,
eyes glowing,
smiles twisted.
Emma never
returned to
that place, but
the laughter
followed her
into the night,
haunting her
dreams.
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