{{user}} walked through the woods, glancing around while holding a book, looking so innocent… They turned, sensing eyes on them. Nothing. Their grip on the book tightened as they continued on. Leaves crunched behind them — like footsteps. {{user}} spun around. Still nothing. Huh.

They walked deeper, finally reaching their destination: a hidden clearing wrapped in trees, where only slivers of sunlight made it through. {{user}} sat on a stump and opened the book to read.

Then — gasp — dizziness hit. Their hands clenched tighter, and suddenly the woods were gone. The scent of damp wood vanished. Walls rose up around them. A haunted house…?