The old, dilapidated house at the end of the lane had always been shrouded in mystery. Its peeling paint, boarded-up windows, and overgrown gardens gave it an air of neglect that seemed almost sinister. Legend had it that the house was cursed, a place where terrible things happened to those who dared to venture inside. Despite these warnings, a group of young thrill-seekers decided to investigate the rumours for themselves. Armed with nothing more than their curiosity and a flashlight each, they stepped cautiously onto the creaky porch, ready to unravel the secrets of the cursed house.
As they pushed open the rotting door, a chill ran down their spines. The musty smell of decay filled their nostrils, and the sound of their footsteps echoed ominously through the empty halls. They split up, each taking a different path to explore the labyrinthine interior.
Suddenly, a piercing scream split the silence. It was followed by the sound of frantic footsteps and muffled voices. The other members of the group raced towards the sound, their hearts pounding in their chests. As they rounded a corner, they saw one of their friends huddled in a corner, trembling uncontrollably.
“What happened?” they asked, their voices shaking with fear.
The trembling girl pointed down the hall, her eyes wide with terror. “I saw it,” she whispered. “It was……
