Trapped in the Haunted House

I remember the night I decided to explore that abandoned house at the end of my street.

Everyone said it was haunted, but I didn’t believe them. As I stepped inside,

the air felt heavy, like it was holding its breath. I could hear the floorboards creaking

beneath me, each step echoing in the silence. Suddenly, I saw a flicker

of movement in the corner of my eye. I turned, but nothing was there.

Just shadows dancing on the walls. My heart raced. I swear I heard whispers,

soft and chilling, calling my name. I bolted for the door, but it slammed shut.

I was trapped. The whispers grew louder, and I realized… I wasn’t alone.