In a quaint little village, there was an old, abandoned house that had long been the subject of local whispers. One stormy night, a group of curious teenagers decided to explore its eerie depths. As they entered, the door slammed shut behind them, and the air grew cold. They heard faint whispers echoing through the empty rooms, and shadows seemed to move on their own.
In the dimly lit hallway, they found a dusty mirror. One of the teens dared to look into it, only to see a reflection of a woman in a tattered dress, her eyes hollow and lifeless. The others turned to look, but the mirror was empty. Suddenly, the floorboards creaked loudly, and the temperature dropped even further. They tried to run, but their feet felt glued to the floor.
Then, the whispers turned into a haunting melody, and the walls began to close in. The teens screamed, but their voices were drowned out by the chilling song. Just as they thought they would be trapped forever, the door burst open, and they stumbled out into the storm, their hair standing on end and their hearts pounding.
They never spoke of that night again, but the village elders nodded knowingly. They had heard the tale of the house many times before, and they knew that some secrets were best left buried.
