The old Holloway house had been abandoned for decades, its windows dark, its doors forever shut. But when Jake and his friends dared each other to spend the night inside, they found the front door strangely unlocked.
Inside, the air was heavy with dust and something else - something watching. The furniture remained untouched, as if waiting for its owners to return. The grandfather clock, long broken, suddenly chimed midnight.
Then came the whispers.
Faint at first, then growing louder, filling every corner of the house. Jake turned to his friends, but they were no longer there.
The walls stretched. The doors melted away. The house had swallowed them whole.
And in the morning, the Holloway house remained as it always had - silent, empty, waiting for the next visitors to arrive.
