In the old house on the hill, whispers echoed through the halls, and shadows danced in every corner. Sarah, the new owner, brushed off the warnings of locals and moved in alone.
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Each night, she heard footsteps on the stairs and felt icy breath on her neck. One stormy evening, as lightning illuminated the room, she saw them - spectral figures, their eyes empty yet full of malice. She fled, leaving the house to its secrets, but some say she never truly escaped their haunting embrace.
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Each night, she heard footsteps on the stairs and felt icy breath on her neck. One stormy evening, as lightning illuminated the room, she saw them - spectral figures, their eyes empty yet full of malice. She fled, leaving the house to its secrets, but some say she never truly escaped their haunting embrace.
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