The wind
howled through
the trees,
casting eerie
shadows on the
ground.
Sarah had
always been
drawn to the
abandoned house
at the edge of
town.
Rumors of
hauntings and
disappearances
surrounded it
like a thick
fog.
One night,
curiosity
overpowered her
fear, and she
stepped inside.
The
floorboards
creaked
ominously under
her weight, as
if warning her
to leave.
A chilling
whisper echoed
through the
dark hallway,
calling her
name.
With every
step, her heart
raced, pounding
against her
ribcage like a
caged animal.
Suddenly, she
felt a cold
breath on her
neck, freezing
her in place.
The door
slammed shut
behind her,
trapping her in
the suffocating
silence.
Shadows danced
around her, and
she realized
she was not
alone at all.
Just as she
turned to run,
a ghostly
figure emerged,
eyes full of
despair.
“I’ve been
waiting for
you,” it
hissed, and
darkness
enveloped her.
In that
moment, she
understood the
true meaning of
terror.
The house
wouldn’t let
her go; it had
claimed another
victim.
Outside, the
night
continued,
oblivious to
the horror
unfolding
within.
Tomorrow, the
whispers would
begin anew, as
the legend
grew.
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