The old mansion had been abandoned for years, its dark walls and creaky floors silent except for the occasional gust of wind. But on this night, a lone figure approached the wrought-iron gates, their heart pounding with equal parts fear and excitement.
The figure pushed open the gate, the hinges groaning in protest, and stepped inside. The moon cast an eerie glow on the mansion’s façade, and the figure shivered as they climbed the steps to the front door.
Once inside, the figure could feel the weight of the mansion’s history pressing down on them, and they knew they were not alone. Whispers and footsteps echoed through the empty halls, and the figure realized too late that they had stumbled into a trap.
The mansion’s dark secrets were not meant to be uncovered, and the figure would never be seen again.
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