The Secret of Willow Lane

In Ravenwood, an abandoned house sat at the end of Willow Lane,

waiting in shadows. Ignoring warnings, teenagers arrived as the sun dipped behind the thick

October fog. The floorboards groaned beneath them. A cold draft swept through the

rotting rooms. Whispers echoed. Old portraits with following eyes watched them from the

peeling walls. The door slammed shut. Shadows flickered as a chilling voice

called their names. In the basement, they found a hidden room and a faded,

dusty diary. They spoke the diary's words aloud. The oppressive atmosphere began to lift

away.