The wind
howled through
the abandoned
streets.
Emily felt a
chill run down
her spine as
she stepped
into the
darkness of the
old house.
Faded
photographs of
long-lost faces
lined the
walls, their
eyes following
her every move.
She found a
dusty mirror in
the corner, its
surface cracked
and ominous.
Suddenly, a
whisper echoed
in her ear,
"Get out while
you can.
" Fear seized
her heart, but
curiosity
pulled her
closer to the
reflection.
As she peered
deeper, a
shadowy figure
formed behind
her, grinning
wickedly.
She spun
around, but the
room was empty,
save for her
own quickening
breath.
The whispers
grew louder,
urging her to
flee, yet her
feet felt glued
to the floor.
In that
terrifying
moment, she
realized the
truth: the
house was
alive, hungry
for her soul.
With a surge
of adrenaline,
she broke free
and raced
towards the
door, heart
pounding.
Just as she
reached for the
knob, the air
became thick
and
suffocating.
The door
slammed shut,
trapping her in
a nightmare she
could not
escape.
Panic set in
as the shadows
danced around
her, clawing
and grasping.
Emily
screamed, but
the sound was
swallowed by
the hungry
darkness.
In that old
house, she was
just another
lost soul,
forever
haunted.
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