As the sun sank beneath the horizon, Ravenmore House loomed in the dim twilight. Fog slithered across the forest floor, curling around the entrance like fingers clutching at the heels of those unwelcome. The house, once grand in its aristocratic splendor, now stood in decay. Its spires crumbled, and its boarded windows suggested secrets better left untouched—yet something unseen seemed to stir within, a quiet scrutiny lingering in the stillness.

The door groaned on its hinges as it swung shut with a heavy, deliberate thud, locking the night out and the darkness within. A stale chill clung to the air, thick with mildew and an old sorrow that had settled deep into the house’s bones.

The entrance hall stretched ahead, branching into other rooms—each door a silent invitation. To the left, the Drawing Room and the Dining Room. Further along lay the Kitchen and the Library. Glass-paned doors hinted at a Conservatory shrouded in neglect. Upstairs waited the second floor, its dim corridor leading to the Master Bedroom, Nursery, Guestroom, Study, and Bathroom. And somewhere above it all, the attic crouched in the shadows.

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