On the outskirts of a small town, there was a house that had been abandoned for decades. It stood alone, its windows shattered and its paint peeling. Locals whispered that it was haunted, but no one dared to investigate. One stormy night, a group of teenagers, eager for a thrill, decided to explore the house. They laughed nervously as they pushed open the creaking front door. The air inside was thick with dust and the smell of decay. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling like ghostly curtains.
As they ventured deeper into the house, the laughter died down. The floorboards groaned under their feet, and shadows seemed to move on their own. They reached a staircase leading to the second floor. The group leader, a boy named Jake, flicked on his flashlight. Its beam cut through the darkness, revealing a hallway lined with old, faded portraits. The eyes in the paintings seemed to follow them as they walked.
They reached a room at the end of the hall. The door was slightly ajar, and a cold draft seeped out. Jake pushed it open, and they stepped inside. The room was filled with old furniture covered in white sheets. In the center of the room was a large, ornate mirror. As they approached, the mirror seemed to shimmer, and the reflection changed. Instead of seeing themselves, they saw a woman in a tattered dress, her eyes hollow and filled with sorrow.
The group froze, their hearts pounding. The woman in the mirror began to speak, her voice echoing through the room. “Why have you come here?” she asked, her tone cold and accusing. Before anyone could answer, the mirror shattered, and a gust of wind knocked them to the floor. The room spun around them, and when they finally stood up, the woman was standing in front of them, her face twisted with rage.
They tried to run, but the house seemed to shift around them. Doors slammed shut, and walls moved, trapping them in a maze of forgotten rooms. The woman’s voice echoed through the halls, a haunting melody that drove them to the brink of madness. One by one, they disappeared, swallowed by the darkness of the house.
Years later, another group of curious souls ventured into the house, drawn by the same whispers of the supernatural. They never returned either. The house still stands, a silent sentinel of horror, waiting for the next unsuspecting souls to enter its grasp.
