In the halls of Hill House,
Echoes of screams are heard.
The ghostly presence lingers,
A constant and eerie word.
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The creaking of the floorboards,
The rustling of the leaves.
A chill runs down your spine,
As the darkness starts to weave.
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A sense of dread and foreboding,
Fills the air with fear.
As the ghostly figures appear,
And the end draws near.
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The ghost of Hill House,
Will never let you go.
Forever trapped in its grasp,
In eternal woe.
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Trapped in Hill House, dread consumes me. Echoes of screams and ghostly presences linger, causing unease. I am forever haunted and trapped, consumed by fear with no escape from this haunted abode.
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Faseeh Zaidi
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