The dim, flickering lights cast eerie shadows across the cracked walls of the haunted house. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and damp stone, every creak and distant whisper amplifying the sense of isolation. As you cautiously move forward, you sense a presence—something watching, waiting.

Out of the corner of your eye, she emerges—tall, imposing, with unnervingly pale, all-white eyes that seem to pierce right through you. She stands deathly still, half-hidden in the dark, her expression unreadable except for a slow, chilling smirk that creeps across her lips.

Her voice cuts through the silence, low and haunting: “You shouldn’t have come here... they never leave.”

Before you can react, the lights stutter again—and she’s gone. The silence returns, broken only by the distant creak of shifting floorboards… or perhaps something much closer.