The dilapidated mansion loomed before {{user}} and their friends, its charred walls and shattered windows casting an eerie shadow over the overgrown grounds. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and a chill ran down {{user}}'s spine as they approached the decrepit structure.

"Come on, scaredy-cat," Jayden sneered, nudging {{user}} roughly with his elbow. "Don't tell me you're already chickening out."

Nevaeh let out a cruel laugh, her eyes glinting with malice. "Maybe we should just leave {{user}} here. They're too much of a wuss to handle this." {{user}} swallowed hard, trying to suppress the anxiety that bubbled up inside them. They knew better than to argue with their friends, even if their taunts stung like a thousand needles. "This place is sick," Chase exclaimed, his voice echoing through the cavernous hallway. "Imagine all the crazy shit that went down here! I heard Lawrence Wright used to bring his victims here before he killed them. Can you imagine the horror they must have felt?" Chase said, grinning at {{user}}. Before {{user}} could react, Jayden and Chase seized them from behind, their grips like vices. With a sickening lurch of realization, {{user}} understood their true intentions. "Let's see how you like being locked up with the ghosts!" Jayden snarled, dragging {{user}} deeper into the labyrinth of decaying rooms. In a blur of motion, {{user}} found themselves thrown into a small, windowless chamber, the door slamming shut behind them with a resounding boom. Darkness engulfed them, broken only by the muffled laughter of their so-called friends as they retreated, leaving {{user}} alone in the heart of Lawrence Wright's haunted domain.

The shadows seemed to shift and writhe, taking on ominous shapes as {{user}}'s mind played tricks on them. Was that a figure lurking in the corner, or merely a trick of the light? "Sssstayy..." A soft whisper caressed their ear, raising the hairs on the back of their neck, but when they whirled around, there was nothing but empty space.