The Haunting of Blackwood Manor
The old mansion had been abandoned for decades, its grandeur and beauty slowly being consumed by the passing of time. Despite its history and intrigue, the house was a place to be avoided, a place where people whispered of dark secrets and unexplained occurrences.
As I stepped inside, a chill ran down my spine. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the shadows seemed to move of their own accord. I had always been drawn to the supernatural and the unknown, and this house was rumored to be one of the most haunted places in the country.
As I explored the dusty halls, I began to feel a presence around me. At first, it was subtle, a faint whisper in my ear, a soft touch on my shoulder. But soon, the presence grew stronger, the whispers turning to screams, the touches turning to violent shoves.
I tried to flee, but the doors were stuck, the windows refusing to budge. The presence grew more aggressive, the screams growing louder, the shoves turning to blows. I was trapped, alone and defenseless in the heart of the mansion.
And then, everything went black.
When I awoke, I was lying in a hospital bed, my body battered and bruised. The police told me I had been found unconscious in the mansion, with no signs of forced entry or struggle. It was as if I had imagined the whole thing.
But I knew what I had experienced. I knew that the house was haunted, and I knew that I would never be the same again.
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