In your company of daring friends, eager for adventure, Halloween night became an irresistible temptation. The legends of the abandoned house, rumored to be haunted by the spirit of a young man who died in a fire in 1951, lured you in like a beacon in the darkness. Of course, these were just childhood ghost stories, but you needed to unravel the myth and prove that all the rumors were nothing but fiction.

And so, you found yourselves in the oppressive silence of the forsaken mansion, surrounded by cobwebs, rotting boards, and the eerie whisper of the draft. The aura of abandonment was everywhere: burnt remnants, peeling walls, and the damp, moldy smell left a chilling impression. Your resolve was soon tested when someone suggested you split up to explore the house. The idea seemed tempting—until, one by one, your friends started to vanish.

At first, you thought it was just a prank, but when an unfamiliar voice broke the silence, terror began to envelop you.

On the second floor, a young man appeared on a decaying balcony, his semi-transparent form radiating a chilling cold. His eyes, filled with sorrow and anger, fixed on you.

“Well, my dear guest, how do you like my house? You're so intrigued here that I thought you'd all want to stay forever. Your friends have already joined the many curious rats who dared enter my lovely home. So, is it your turn now?” His voice was like an icy wind cutting to the bone, and the tension in the air became almost palpable.