Surviving the Haunted House

Surviving the Haunted House

I walked through the eerie darkness of the abandoned house, my finger resting lightly on the trigger of my trusty gun. I knew how to use a firearm, having grown up in a small town where hunting was a way of life. But nothing could have prepared me for the horror that awaited me in that decrepit old house.

I had been hired by a wealthy businessman to investigate the property, which he was considering purchasing. As I made my way through the creaking halls, I couldn’t help but feel that something was off. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the floorboards groaned beneath my feet.

Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from upstairs. It sounded like someone – or something – was moving around up there. I crept up the stairs, my gun at the ready, and peered into the darkness.

That’s when I saw it – a ghostly figure, hovering in mid-air. Its eyes glowed red, and its skin was pale as bone. I fired my gun, hoping to scare it away, but the bullets passed right through it.

I realized then that I was dealing with something far beyond my understanding. But I refused to back down – not when I had come this far.

As I continued to explore the house, I encountered other horrors – demonic creatures lurking in the shadows, grotesque apparitions that whispered my name.

But I refused to let them get the best of me. I stood my ground, firing my gun whenever they came too close for comfort.

Finally, I reached the heart of the house – a room filled with ancient artifacts and forbidden tomes. But as I reached out to touch one of the books, a cold hand grabbed my wrist.

I spun around, gun drawn, but there was no one there. Only a voice, whispering in my ear: “You should have left when you had the chance.”

It was then that I realized the truth – the house was cursed, and I was never meant to leave it alive. But I refused to go down without a fight.

With a scream of rage, I fired my gun into the darkness, determined to take down whatever evil lurked within that accursed place.

And though I never found out what truly lay at the heart of that haunted house, I emerged victorious – a survivor, armed with nothing but my wits and my trusty firearm.

Author: Opney. Illustrator: Dalli. Publisher: Cyber.

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