It was a moonless night, and the air was thick with the scent of damp earth. Sarah had always been a skeptic when it came to the supernatural, but tonight, she was starting to feel a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature. She had ventured into the old, abandoned house on the outskirts of town, drawn by the rumors of strange occurrences and eerie whispers. The house, with its crumbling walls and creaking floorboards, seemed to breathe in the darkness.
As she stepped inside, the door creaked shut behind her, sealing her in. The silence was almost tangible, pressing down on her like a heavy blanket. She fumbled for her flashlight, its beam cutting through the gloom. Dust motes danced in the light, and she shivered, more from the oppressive atmosphere than the cold.
“Hello?” she called out, her voice echoing through the empty rooms. There was no response, but she could have sworn she heard something¡ªa faint, croaking sound, like a frog in the distance. She dismissed it as her imagination running wild, but then it came again, closer this time. It was a low, guttural noise, almost as if something was clearing its throat.
Sarah’s heart pounded in her chest as she moved cautiously through the house. The croaking grew louder, more insistent. She followed the sound, her flashlight beam flickering across the walls. She found herself in the basement, where the air was colder and the darkness even more impenetrable.
There, in the corner, she saw something that made her blood run cold. A pair of glowing eyes stared back at her, and the croaking grew louder, more menacing. She realized with a jolt of terror that it wasn’t a frog¡ªit was something far worse. The creature emerged from the shadows, its skin a sickly pale, and its eyes burning with an unnatural light.
Sarah screamed and ran, the flashlight slipping from her grasp. She stumbled up the stairs, the croaking following her like a living thing. She burst through the front door, gasping for breath as she collapsed onto the porch. The creature didn’t follow her outside, but she could still hear its croaking, echoing through the night.
As she lay there, trembling, she realized that she would never forget the sound of that voice¡ªcroaking, haunting, and terrifying. She knew she would never return to that house again, but the memory of those glowing eyes and the relentless croaking would stay with her forever.
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