Shadows of the Abandoned House

breathes. A cold, forgotten whisper. Something waits. Patient and unseen.

as if reality itself bends. Every door holds a silent scream. A young soul,

trapped by unseen fears. The boundary between worlds, slowly yields.

Eyes, ancient and hungry, pierce the dark. Too late. It was always

there. Silence falls. The game begins. A final touch. Then,

oblivion.