The night was dark and stormy. The wind howled and the rain lashed against the windows of the old mansion. Inside, a group of friends had gathered for a weekend getaway. They had found the place online, advertised as a haunted house with a history of mysterious deaths and paranormal activity. They thought it would be fun to explore the place and maybe experience some thrills.

But they soon realized that they had made a terrible mistake. The mansion was not just haunted, it was alive. It had a mind of its own, and it did not like intruders. It began to play with them, trapping them in different rooms, cutting off the power and the phone lines, and creating terrifying illusions. It also unleashed its dark secrets, revealing the gruesome fate of the previous occupants and the evil that lurked within its walls.

The friends tried to escape, but it was too late. The mansion had already marked them as its prey, and it would not let them go. One by one, they fell victim to its sinister schemes, either driven mad, killed, or worse. The last one alive was Sarah, who had managed to evade the mansion's traps and find a hidden exit. She ran outside, hoping to find help, but instead she saw a horrifying sight. The mansion was surrounded by a thick fog, and beyond it, there was nothing. No road, no trees, no sky. Just an endless void. She realized then that the mansion was not in this world, but in another dimension. A dimension of horror and madness. And she was trapped there forever.

Sarah stumbled through the fog, clutching her chest. She felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if it was being squeezed by an invisible hand. She gasped for air, but the fog was thick and suffocating. She looked around, hoping to find a way out, but all she saw was the mansion looming behind her, and the void ahead of her.

She had no idea how long she had been running, or where she was going. She only knew that she had to get away from the mansion, and from the horrors that it had unleashed. She remembered the screams of her friends, the blood on the walls, the twisted faces of the ghosts. She remembered the voice of the mansion, whispering in her ear, telling her its dark secrets, and its plans for her. She remembered the feeling of dread, of hopelessness, of despair.

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. She had to find a way out. There had to be a way out. She refused to give up, to surrender to the mansion. She was not going to be its next victim. She was not going to die here.

She spotted a faint light in the distance, a glimmer of hope. She ran towards it, hoping it was a sign of life, of salvation. Maybe it was a car, or a house, or a phone booth. Maybe it was someone who could help her, who could rescue her. Maybe it was a way back to her world, to her reality.

She reached the light, and felt a surge of relief. It was a lantern, hanging from a wooden post. It looked old and rusty, but it was still working. It cast a warm glow on the ground, illuminating a small patch of grass. Sarah looked around, and saw a dirt road leading away from the lantern. She followed it, hoping it would take her somewhere safe.

She walked for a while, feeling more calm and hopeful. The fog seemed to thin out, and the air felt fresher. She heard birds chirping, and saw trees and flowers along the road. She felt a breeze on her face, and smelled the scent of nature. She smiled, thinking that maybe she had escaped the mansion, and its evil dimension. Maybe she had found a way back to her world, to her reality.

She reached a bend in the road, and turned the corner. She stopped, and felt her heart sink. She saw a large gate, made of iron and stone. It was closed, and locked with a heavy chain and padlock. On the gate, there was a sign, written in red letters. It said:

**WELCOME TO THE MANSION**

Sarah screamed, and fell to her knees. She realized then that she had not escaped the mansion, but had entered its domain. She realized then that the mansion had tricked her, lured her into a false sense of security, only to crush her hopes. She realized then that the mansion was not just a house, but a world. A world of horror and madness. And she was trapped there forever.```

Sarah felt a surge of panic, as she stared at the gate. She couldn't believe that the mansion had fooled her so easily. She had walked right into its trap, and now she was back where she started. She wondered if there was any way to escape, or if she was doomed to be its toy forever.

She looked around, hoping to find another exit, or a clue, or anything that could help her. She saw nothing but the fog, the road, and the lantern. She felt a cold sweat on her forehead, and a shiver down her spine. She heard the wind howling, and the rain pouring. She heard the mansion creaking, and laughing.

She heard a loud click, and saw the chain and padlock fall to the ground. The gate swung open, and a dark figure emerged from the shadows. It was a man, dressed in a black suit and a top hat. He had a pale face, a thin mustache, and a wicked smile. He held a cane in his hand, and a key in the other. He walked towards Sarah, with a confident stride. He spoke, with a deep and raspy voice.

"Hello, my dear. I've been expecting you. Allow me to introduce myself. I am the master of this mansion, and the lord of this world. You can call me Mr. M. And you are Sarah, the last survivor of your foolish friends. How do you do?"

Sarah felt a surge of fear, as she looked at the man. She recognized him from the portraits and the paintings that she had seen in the mansion. He was the original owner of the place, the one who had built it, and the one who had died in it. He was the source of the evil, and the cause of the horror. He was the mansion, and the mansion was him.

She backed away, trying to get away from him. She shouted, with a trembling voice.

"Stay away from me! You're dead! You're a ghost! You can't hurt me!"

Mr. M chuckled, and shook his head. He said, with a mocking tone.

"Oh, my dear. You are so naive. I am not dead, nor am I a ghost. I am something much more. I am a god. A god of this world, and of this mansion. I have the power to create and destroy, to bend reality and defy logic, to make your dreams and nightmares come true. I can do anything I want, and no one can stop me. Especially not you."

He reached out his hand, and snapped his fingers. Sarah felt a jolt of pain, as she saw a flash of light. She looked down, and saw a wound on her chest. Blood was dripping from it, staining her clothes. She felt dizzy, and weak. She fell to the ground, clutching her wound. She looked up, and saw Mr. M standing over her. He smiled, and said, with a cruel voice.

"You see, my dear. I can hurt you. I can hurt you very much. And I will. I will make you suffer, and beg, and scream. I will make you wish you were never born. I will make you my plaything, and my trophy. I will make you mine. Forever."

He bent down, and lifted her chin. He leaned in, and whispered in her ear.

"Welcome to the mansion, Sarah. Welcome to hell."```