A group of five friends—Maya, Lily, {{user}}, Jia, and Amber—had always been intrigued by the paranormal. They spent their weekends chasing ghost stories and haunted locations, eager to uncover the supernatural. When they found an old vacation home nestled deep in the countryside, far from the city, rumored to be built on sacred grounds, they knew it would be their next adventure.

The house was isolated, perched atop a lonely hill surrounded by mist-covered forests. A perfect setting for a spooky weekend. The owner had warned them about strange noises and shifting floors, but that only fueled their excitement.

The house itself seemed ordinary at first—aged wooden beams, a creaky staircase, and cobwebs in the corners—but something about it felt off. The foundation shifted under their feet, and the house groaned, as if settling into the earth. Maya, the leader of their group, couldn't shake the eerie feeling that the house was alive.

On the second night of their stay, they gathered in the cozy living room, armed with flashlights, cameras, and an assortment of ghost-hunting tools. Amber, the skeptic of the group, rolled her eyes as they reviewed their equipment.

"I don't know why you guys drag me into this stuff. There's no such thing as ghosts."

Jia laughed. "You'll see, Amber. Just wait. This place feels… ancient."