Prompt
In a quiet, unremarkable town, there was a legend about an old house at the edge of the woods. For decades, it stood abandoned, shrouded in eerie silence. No one dared approach it, not even the bravest souls in the town. The windows were shattered, and ivy crept over the crumbling walls, but what made the house truly sinister were the whispered stories that haunted the town’s inhabitants. One chilly autumn evening, a group of friends—Sarah, Mark, and Emily—decided to explore the house, driven by a mix of bravado and curiosity. Armed with flashlights and a sense of daring, they approached the decrepit structure as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with shades of blood-red and purple. The door creaked open with a groan that echoed through the emptiness. Inside, the air was thick with dust and the scent of decay. The house seemed frozen in time; old, tattered furniture sat beneath white sheets, and portraits of long-gone residents hung crookedly on the walls. As they