The Old House

Sarah drove, until an old, decaying house, shrouded in deep shadows,

caught her attention on the roadside. It stood ominously. An unsettling curiosity pulled her in.

Despite better judgment, she decided to stop, drawn by its mysterious allure.

The air grew heavy. She walked towards the house, overgrown vines reaching

like skeletal fingers. The silence was unnerving. With a creak, she pushed open

the heavy, splintered front door. Darkness welcomed her, revealing a chilling stillness within.

Dust motes danced in the gloom. A faint, distant whisper brushed her ear,

making the hairs on her neck stand on end. Suddenly, a portrait on