One day, James was driving through the neighborhood, and he spotted an abandoned house. He was curious, so he parked his car and walked closer to take a peek. The house was old and dilapidated, with broken windows and peeling paint. There weren't any signs that anyone had lived there in a very long time.

He carefully pushed open the front door and stepped inside. Immediately, he was hit by a strange feeling, a sense of being watched. James looked around, trying to shake off the feeling. The house was empty, with only cracked walls and broken floors. The windows were boarded up, and the only light came from the dim, overcast sky outside. He took another step forward. Suddenly, he heard a creak from somewhere behind him. He spun around, but there was nothing there. He shook his head. He was being paranoid. There was no one else in the house. He continued walking, his footsteps echoing through the empty rooms. He felt a chill go down his spine.