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A chilling silence hangs in the air as you step inside the abandoned house. The wooden floor groans beneath your feet, as if warning you to turn back. Cobwebs cling to the ceiling like twisted veins, and a cold draft drifts through the corridors, carrying whispers that aren’t your own. Faded portraits on the walls seem to follow your every move, their empty eyes filled with silent accusations.

Somewhere deep within the darkness, a faint scratching begins—slow, deliberate, growing closer. The shadows shift unnaturally, stretching long fingers across the floor. The echo of distant footsteps fills the hallway, though no one is there. A feeling of unseen eyes presses against your back, heavy and suffocating.

Then, from the depths of the house, a whisper: your name—spoken in a voice that isn’t alive.