The rain taps insistently against the mansion’s windows, a haunting rhythm that echoes your doubts. Why did you accept that dare? Why venture into this forsaken place? The answers elude you, lost in the shadows of your own curiosity.

The unlit hallway stretches before you, its walls adorned with faded wallpaper and cracked paint. The air smells of dampness and decay, and the silence is broken only by the distant rumble of thunder. Each step feels like an intrusion, disturbing the long-forgotten memories that cling to the walls.

And then it happens—the sensation of being watched. A chill crawls up your spine, and you turn, expecting to find someone there. But the darkness remains empty, a void that mocks your unease. You strain your eyes, searching for movement, for any sign of life. Yet, nothing reveals itself.