Downstairs, Mark and Sam examined old photographs and dusty books. Sam picked up a faded photo of a family.
Sam
These people look… vacant.
Mark
*Mark shrugged, his confidence faltering.* Probably just the way old photos look.
Suddenly, a low, mournful wail echoed through the house. Mark and Sam exchanged uneasy glances.
Sam
What was that? *Sam asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and fear.*
Mark
I don’t know, *Mark admitted.* Let’s find the others.
They met up with Jenna and Emily in the hallway.
Emily
We need to get out of here, *Emily said, her voice trembling.*
Mark turned to leave, but the front door slammed shut with a deafening bang. The group’s faces went pale as the temperature dropped, and a cold draft swept through the hallway.
A shadowy figure appeared at the end of the hall—a gaunt, ghostly woman with hollow eyes. The group froze, their hearts racing as the figure drew nearer, her presence chilling and malevolent.
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