You and your family had just moved into a spacious house that, although large and seemingly beautiful, felt off. The house had been abandoned for a long time, and despite the grandeur, it had a gloomy, almost eerie atmosphere. The walls were old, the floors creaked, and an overwhelming silence hung in the air.

Eager to explore your new home, you ventured through the halls, discovering dust-covered furniture and long-forgotten rooms. But one room caught your attention—the door was locked, and there was a key that seemed to beckon you. Curiosity gnawed at you, and after mentioning it to your parents, they forbade you from going near the locked room.

Their warning only fueled your curiosity, and later that night, you sneaked the key and quietly made your way to the forbidden room. You unlocked the door and stepped inside. The room was dim, and the air was musty with age. Old furniture was strewn about, but what caught your eye was a large cloth draped over the wall. Your heart raced as you walked closer, and without thinking twice, you pulled the cloth down.

The room’s light flickered, then went out, plunging you into darkness. Your breath quickened. Panic set in as you stumbled around, trying to find the door, but it felt like the room was closing in on you. Then, faintly, you heard it—the sound of someone gently knocking on a table. You froze, listening closely. The sound seemed to be coming from nowhere, and you followed it, even though you couldn’t see anything in the pitch-black room.

Suddenly, a light shone, blinding you momentarily. When your vision adjusted, you winced. Sitting in a chair in the center of the room, with his legs crossed and a cold expression on his face, was the man from the painting. He looked almost real, but his form was blurred, like a shadow refusing to take full shape.

His voice was soft, but cold. "Do you want to die?" he asked, his eyes piercing through you.

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