When I think about this, my goosebumps rise in fear.

The old mansion on the hill had always piqued the townspeople's interest, with its overgrown gardens and eerie, dimly lit windows. But no one had dared to enter for decades, ever since the last family who had lived there had vanished under mysterious circumstances.

On a dark and stormy night, a group of teenagers dared each other to enter the mansion and discover its secrets. The road up to the old mansion on the hill was perilous, winding through dense forests and foggy moors. The trees loomed over the road like bony fingers, blocking out the light and casting eerie shadows. The front doors will not open because they have been closed for decades. One of the friends attempted but failed to open the door. After that, all of the friends pushed open the heavy wooden doors and stepped inside. When they entered the horror mansion, they discovered pitch black on the corridor and stairs.

The auditorium was dimly lit, with candles casting spooky shadows across the walls. The smell of mildew and rotting filled the air, and the sound of dripping water evoked through the routes, something far more sinister. As the group of friends ascended into the darkness, the stairs quivered beneath their feet. The only source of light was flickering candles, which cast strange shadows on the walls. The air became colder with each move, and a sense of foreboding settled over them. They felt as if they were ascending into some sort of mysterious realm, where only the bravest dared to go. When they reached the top of the stairs, they were in a long hallway with doors on both sides. The doors were rusted and old, with strange symbols etched into their surfaces. Footsteps could be heard echoing down the corridor.

They were startled to hear a faint whispering sound, as if a voice calling out to them from Bathroom. They tracked the sound down to the washroom door, and when one of them gently pushed the door open, it made a screaming noise. In the loo, there was complete darkness. We all lit the torches. Suddenly, a black rat emerges from the mirror, casting a terrifying giant shadow. They are all scared shitless. They all emerge from the bathroom, eager to leave the house; they are on the stairs when they notice a skeletal hand reaching up from the drain, grasping at them with bony fingers. It was a tall, thin man, with sunken eyes and a twisted smile, his voice a low, menacing whisper.

They all rushed down the stairs, and the bony horror skeleton dragged us, but we all emerged safely from the horror mansion a few seconds later, and the door was closed with a loud bang. They were all in the mansion orchard at this point. The garden had become overgrown and neglected, with weeds and vines suffocating the once-beautiful flowers and shrubs. Instantly, They all heard the screaming noise that represents someone screaming for help, so they all ran towards the voice and heard the voice beyond the macabre burial site, but no one was there, so they were deathly afraid.

When they returned to the mansion's main gate, the grave was opened. Someone drags them all into it. The teenagers attempted to flee, but the doors locked behind them. They were trapped, helpless against this malevolent figure. Nobody knows what happened next. They were subjected to unspeakable horrors that left them scarred for life as the hours passed. The teenagers were never seen again after the sun rose over the mansion on the hill. The townspeople still avoid the old mansion on the hill, fearful of the evil that lurks within its walls.