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The windows, like vacant eyes, stared out into the night, reflecting the moon's pale glow with a touch of melancholy. Within the mansion's dimly lit chambers, the atmosphere was heavy with a sense of impending doom. Shadows danced along the walls, their elongated forms twisting and contorting as if they held secrets of their own. The air itself seemed to hold its breath, as if it dared not disturb the sinister proceedings about to unfold.

ALYSSA Sneaking out is easy but climbing back in is a problem when you’re living in a packhouse like mine. The packhouse is the biggest building in Moonfall—but I can confidently say it isn’t the biggest everywhere, when it’s barely even a mansion. It’s a well-lit cream home that every modern couple in the stories aspires to have their children in… until they later find out that it’s haunted. ‘I did say that you’ve been reading way too many horror books.’

"The Asylum of Horrors! This is going to be the bomb! Ariel Davidson, let's go for this!" My best friend, Chelsea Higgins, pointed to a dark, eerie-looking building in the distance inside the amusement park, her eyes shining in excitement. I hesitated as I glanced at the building, instinctively feeling a little awkward about it. I had never liked haunted houses or other scary, bumpy rides. More importantly, I had also felt increasingly uneasy about always being the third wheel on dates with her ever since she got herself a boyfriend, Ivan Benton.

"Are you sure you want me to attract the monsters so that you can test out your weapons?" "Oh, don't waste your time. You're probably halfway to a mutation anyway, so might as well use your life to help us!" Afro chipped in. I didn't say another word, only returning quietly to my room. At night, the village chief came to check our handbooks. I was the only one who didn't have one, so I was brought to the watchtower that was covered with human bones. Suddenly, the sea wind picked up, the trees throughout the village creaking and groaning in the darkness.

Suddenly, Oliver and Gantz bolted, screaming as if witnessing something horrifying. "A ghost!" screamed one of the women, trying to see what the security guard and the driver were running from. Suddenly, everyone was running in circles, not knowing where to go. The mansion, shrouded in darkness, was not a safe option. Hanna, meanwhile, watched the commotion from among the trees, unable to move as she convulsed with laughter. But the explosion that followed was inevitable: a ghostly laugh echoed through the night, intensifying the terror among those present.

She just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. Travis Blake suddenly stopped, but he didn’t put her down. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he said, “Are you afraid of watching horror movies? What about ghost stories? Imagine countless hands reaching out from the cemetery graves in the middle of the night. They grab your feet, and behind the tombstones lie the ghosts of the dead.” Hailey looked at Travis Blake, horrified. With such a blank face, this man was talking to her about horror movies and ghost stories in a cemetery!

Though I will suffer a lot, in the end, I will leave this cruel world forever. I thought it was going to be my end. And also the end of my struggles but I never thought that it was just the beginning. "Purani haveli" I read the board in front of me when the car took a turn ahead inside an arch. 'old mansion...!' What is this place now? Is this the place rumored for his cruelty? The place where he tortures his offenders. Right in the middle of the forest, there was a mansion, that looked like a haunted one. I felt a frozen breeze chilling my whole body. Goosebumps crept all over my skin as I stared at that building in front of me.

“Right now your aunt needs our help, and the longer we take to save her, the more dangerous things become. All I need is for you to tell me every–” She opened the door, staring at me with those cold looking eyes that felt like she was going to do worse than just killing me. “There were four of them, all dressed in black tuxedos. And a fifth, also in black, but he had a cane and a hat that barely covered his eyes. Aunt Emi asked me to hide in my room, but I heard every conversation they had that night. It seemed like she knew them, only that she didn't expect to see them in such weird appearance.” “The guy in hat, you didn't see his face, did you?” I asked, and she shook her head.

Never have I had the courage to enter inside the building, not with the many creepy and scary tales I have heard about this place. When I was a child there was a popular tale that was going on about this house. People say the house is haunted by ghosts_ actually the ghosts are the owners of the building as I was told. A family of ghosts living inside the mansion scaring and eating people's brains, especially little kids that make the mistake of setting foot into the building. Hearing the story now it seems kinda pathetic and not practical. How can ghosts eat people's brains?? They are ghosts, they are literally matterless. What am I even saying. Ghost ain't even real but still it's kinda sca

Something creaked somewhere in the mansion, and I curled tighter on the sofa, terrified down to my bones. During the day, the mansion looked amazing, like a happy go lucky kind of place, at night, all the stories I read about haunted manors came rushing back. A bit childish, but who needs a house this big for two people to live in anyway?