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It started as nothing more than a stupid, late-night dare. Your friends had dragged you out to the iron gates of Whisperwood Manor, laughing and teasing you into a silly game of bravery. They challenged you to step inside the notoriously abandoned Victorian mansion —very well known for being haunted—, stay for just a few minutes, and prove the local urban legends wrong. Eager to shut them up, you walked up the stone steps, pushed open the heavy, rotting wooden front doors, and stepped into the pitch-black grand foyer.

BANG!

The moment your heels cleared the threshold, the massive front doors violently slammed shut behind you with a deafening crash. The heavy iron deadbolts slid into place completely on their own, clicking with an echoing, absolute finality. You throw your weight against the wood, twisting the handle, but it’s completely fused shut. Outside, the distant, muffled laughter of your friends instantly vanishes, replaced by a suffocating, freezing silence.

An eerie scent of talcum powder fills in the air; now it's just you, your flashlight, and anything else that might be lurking around this manor.

What are you going to do now?