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The Whispering House

By Nabeel ShoukatPublished 8 months ago 2 min read
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Photo by Ján Jakub Naništa on Unsplash

Deep in the woods, nestled among the towering pines, stood a house. It was an old house, with peeling paint and boarded-up windows. It had been empty for years, and rumors swirled about its dark past.

One day, a group of teenagers decided to explore the house. They had heard the stories, but they didn't believe them. They thought it would be fun to spend a night in the abandoned house and see for themselves if it was really haunted.

The teenagers arrived at the house late at night. They cautiously stepped inside and made their way through the dark and dusty rooms. The air was thick with the smell of decay, and the only sound was the creaking of the floorboards beneath their feet.

The teenagers explored the house for hours, but they didn't find anything out of the ordinary. They were starting to think that the stories were just that - stories.

Just as they were about to give up and leave, they heard a noise coming from the basement. They slowly made their way down the stairs, their hearts pounding in their chests.

When they reached the basement, they saw a light flickering in the distance. They followed the light to a small room at the back of the basement. Inside the room was a single chair, and sitting in the chair was a woman.

The woman was dressed in a long white gown, and her hair was wild and unkempt. Her eyes were sunken and hollow, and her skin was pale and translucent.

The teenagers froze in fear. They couldn't move or speak.

The woman slowly turned her head to look at them. Her lips curled into a wicked smile, and she began to speak.

"Welcome to my house," she whispered. "I've been waiting for you."

The teenagers tried to run, but the woman was faster. She grabbed one of the teenagers by the arm and dragged him towards her.

"You're mine now," she hissed.

The other teenagers screamed and ran for their lives. They managed to escape the house and run back into the woods.

They never went back to the house again.

But the woman in white is still there, waiting. She is waiting for her next victim.

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