The House on Haunted Hill

It was a dark and stormy night. A group of five friends had decided to spend the weekend in an old mansion that was rumored to be haunted. They had heard stories of ghosts, murders, and curses, but they didn't believe any of it. They thought it would be fun to explore the place and maybe find some hidden treasures.

They arrived at the mansion around midnight, after driving for hours through the woods. The mansion looked ominous, with its broken windows, rusty gates, and overgrown garden. They parked their car in front of the main door and got out. They had brought flashlights, sleeping bags, snacks, and a camera. They wanted to document their adventure and share it online.

They opened the door and entered the mansion. The inside was dusty and dark, with cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and furniture covered with sheets. They walked around, looking for a place to set up their camp. They found a large living room with a fireplace and a grand piano. They decided to stay there for the night.

They spread their sleeping bags on the floor and lit a fire in the fireplace. They sat around the fire, eating snacks and telling jokes. They were having a good time, laughing and chatting. They didn't notice the strange noises that came from the other rooms. They didn't see the shadows that moved across the walls. They didn't feel the cold breeze that blew through the windows.

They decided to play a game of truth or dare. They took turns asking each other questions or giving each other challenges. The game started innocently enough, but soon became more daring and risky. They dared each other to kiss, to strip, to drink, to prank call someone. They revealed secrets, confessions, crushes, fears.

One of them, Jake, was dared to go upstairs and explore one of the bedrooms. He accepted the dare, feeling brave and curious. He grabbed his flashlight and his camera and headed upstairs. He walked along the hallway, looking for a door that was unlocked. He found one at the end of the hall. He opened it and entered.

The room was dark and dusty, like the rest of the house. There was a bed with a canopy, a dresser with a mirror, a closet with clothes, and a window with curtains. Jake walked around the room, shining his flashlight on everything. He saw nothing unusual or interesting. He decided to take some pictures with his camera.

He took a picture of the bed, then of the dresser, then of the closet. He looked at his camera screen and saw something that made him gasp. In each picture, there was a figure standing behind him. A figure that looked like a woman in a white dress, with long black hair and pale skin. A figure that had no eyes or mouth.

Jake felt a chill run down his spine. He turned around quickly and saw nothing but an empty room. He felt a hand grab his shoulder from behind. He screamed and dropped his camera.

Downstairs, his friends heard his scream and ran upstairs to see what was wrong. They found him lying on the floor of the bedroom, unconscious and bleeding from his head. His camera was smashed on the ground.

They tried to wake him up, but he didn't respond. They checked his pulse and found it was weak. They realized he needed medical attention as soon as possible.

They decided to take him back to their car and drive him to the nearest hospital. They carried him downstairs and out of the mansion.

They reached their car and opened the door. They were shocked by what they saw.

Their car was covered with blood and scratches. The tires were slashed and the windows were broken.

They heard a loud laugh coming from behind them.

They turned around and saw her.

The woman in white.

She smiled at them with her eyeless face.

She said in a raspy voice:

"Welcome to my house."

She raised her hand and pointed at them.

They felt a sharp pain in their chests.

They fell to the ground, dead.

The woman in white laughed again.

She walked back into her house.

She closed the door behind her.