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The Darkest House
Years ago, in the quietest town, stood the
darkest house anyone had ever seen. Rumor had it that the house was haunted by the most dangerous spirit, and every night, eerie whispers could be heard. No one dared to enter — until one evening, Sarah and Jack decided to prove it was all just stories.
Slowly, they opened the rusty door. Inside, the
air was much colder than outside, making their breath visible. As they walked further into the house, strange noises followed them. “It’s just the wind,” Jack said, though he didn’t believe it. Then, suddenly, they heard footsteps from upstairs. Both froze, their hearts pounding.
They moved cautiously, but the footsteps
quickly grew louder, as if something was running toward them. Sarah whispered, "We need to leave." But before they could react, the door behind them slammed shut. They turned around and saw a shadow at the top of the stairs, watching them. It didn’t move, but they could feel its presence, as if it was getting closer without even walking.
Panicking, they ran for the door, trying to open
it, but it was locked. The shadow started to laugh, a deep, chilling sound that echoed in the house. Finally, Jack kicked the door open, and they both sprinted outside.
Once they reached the safety of the street,
they looked back. The house was quiet again. But when Sarah glanced at the upstairs window, she gasped. "Jack," she whispered, pointing. There, in the window, was their own reflection, smiling back at them.