As they explored, Sarah sensed a presence watching. Shadows
danced in corners, whispers echoed in empty halls.
The friends stumbled upon a dusty library, its books coated
in cobwebs. A cold breeze swept through, slamming the door shut behind them.
Panic gripped them as they realized they were not alone.
Jake’s flashlight flickered, casting fleeting glimpses of a figure in old-fashioned attire. They heard faint cries and footsteps echoing through the mansion. Sarah’s heart pounded, each step echoing louder than the last.
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