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    The narrator explores an old, dilapidated house on a moonlit night. Upon entering, the interior is found to be in a state of decay and disrepair, with mold, cobwebs, and signs of past inhabitants. In the bathroom, abandoned medicine bottles and rags filled with movement are discovered. Upstairs, a child's bedroom contains disturbing remnants like a toy with a missing head and stained sheets. Before leaving, the narrator hears an unearthly howl, suggesting lingering supernatural presences in the house.

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    The narrator explores an old, dilapidated house on a moonlit night. Upon entering, the interior is found to be in a state of decay and disrepair, with mold, cobwebs, and signs of past inhabitants. In the bathroom, abandoned medicine bottles and rags filled with movement are discovered. Upstairs, a child's bedroom contains disturbing remnants like a toy with a missing head and stained sheets. Before leaving, the narrator hears an unearthly howl, suggesting lingering supernatural presences in the house.

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    The narrator explores an old, dilapidated house on a moonlit night. Upon entering, the interior is found to be in a state of decay and disrepair, with mold, cobwebs, and signs of past inhabitants. In the bathroom, abandoned medicine bottles and rags filled with movement are discovered. Upstairs, a child's bedroom contains disturbing remnants like a toy with a missing head and stained sheets. Before leaving, the narrator hears an unearthly howl, suggesting lingering supernatural presences in the house.

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    The narrator explores an old, dilapidated house on a moonlit night. Upon entering, the interior is found to be in a state of decay and disrepair, with mold, cobwebs, and signs of past inhabitants. In the bathroom, abandoned medicine bottles and rags filled with movement are discovered. Upstairs, a child's bedroom contains disturbing remnants like a toy with a missing head and stained sheets. Before leaving, the narrator hears an unearthly howl, suggesting lingering supernatural presences in the house.

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    As I stood, gazing at the dilapidated house.

    I shivered, as though, ice had replaced my


    spine. The cold air enveloped the entire body. The multiple layer of clothing could not
    protect against the deathly cold. The walkway leading up to house were cracked. Weeds
    and dandelions poked out from these cracks. Red roses grown wildly in thick batches by the
    gate. The moonlight cast a ghoulish glow on the house. Vines formed a twisted maze upon
    the side of house, reaching their tentacles towards the roof. The house's walls showed
    black decay by neglect. Splotches of original paint hinted at the house former prosperity.
    Cobwebs covered the corners of the doors, tiny black spiders threading towards their prey.
    The house is fit for the kings and queens of the supernatural.

    The door begrudgingly creaked open. A musty, dank order creep into my nose. The house
    was dead silence except for the intermittent creaks and moans. Black and brown mold
    dotted the ceiling in clusters, evident of rain seeping through the roof. I quietly entered the
    dark living room. Windows covered with grime and dirt, the calm moonlight struggled to
    penetrate the darkness in thin thread rays. Sharp shadows roamed around the room. The
    sofa and chairs overturned revealing deep grooves on the ground where they used to sit.
    Wallpaper lay curled on the floor. A large jagged hole dug through the wall stood as though
    daring any to enter. Picture frames hanged off-centered. Sharp shadows roamed around
    the room. A misplaced grand bookcase stood the corner of the room, undisturbed for a long
    time. Selecting the correct book could reveal a secret doorway into a labyrinth.

    I made my way back into the hallway, a slimmer of light came from behind a door. I
    approached and opened the door. I had reached the bathroom. The single window was
    mildly dirty, a flood of light flowed into the room. Dust swirled around the room as I made my
    way inside. The medicine cabinet mirror lay shattered in pieces on the floor tile. Empty
    medicine bottle lay in the porcelain sink. The only sound to be heard is the drip, drip of the
    faucet. A closer look revealed the discoloration of the water, a brownish concoction. A lone
    mouse stood sentry at the bottom of the tub. Never having a visitor in a while, it curiously
    eyed me before scuttling away. Approaching the bathtub, a violent odor made it way to my
    nose. Pinching my nose, I leaned over and peered inside. Crusty rags filled the bathtub,
    little hints of movement underneath them. It would be unadvisable to see what is under the
    rags.

    I arrived at the foot of the staircase. I stood and peered at the top, wondering when a
    twisted head person will crawl down and have me for dinner. I summoned strength and
    tiptoed my way up the stairs. Each step intensified the moaning and creaking as if the steps
    could collapse at any moment. I turned to the right, and met my final destination. The door
    did not give way easier, a forceful push was needed. Stepping inside, a dresser seem to
    have been pushed against the door, attempting to deny anyone entry. I could make out the
    silhouette of bed, edging in closer for a better look. A toy dinosaur lay missing its head on
    the bed. The sheet was splattered with a dark color. The wind intensified outside, the
    rustling of the leaves and branches were louder. In the corner, a little chair began to rock
    slowly. The room had once belonged to a boy. The thin strips of wallpaper showed little
    trucks. Crayon markings scrambled upon the wall where wallpaper used to stick. The carpet
    squished as I walked. Little picture frames remained facedown on the carpet.

    A howl echoed throughout the house. It was time to leave, I told myself. I closed the
    bedroom door behind as I carefully walked down the stairs. I hoped I did not disturb
    anything or its somber rest. I made my way outside where my group of friends was
    standing. They asked me what took me so long; I replied that escaping the ghosts was
    difficult.

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