The old house stood on a hill, overlooking the town. It had been empty for years, and no one dared to go near it. It was said to be haunted by the ghosts of its former inhabitants, a wealthy family who had died in a tragic fire.
One night, a group of teenagers decided to explore the house. They had heard the rumors, but they didn’t believe them. They thought it would be fun to spend a night in the house and see if anything happened.
The teenagers arrived at the house late at night. It was dark and quiet, and the only sound was the wind blowing through the trees. They cautiously made their way inside, and the door slammed shut behind them.
The teenagers were immediately filled with a sense of dread. The air was cold and stale, and the house seemed to be filled with shadows. They started to explore the house, but they soon realized that they were lost.
They wandered through the dark rooms, calling out to each other, but no one answered. They began to feel scared, and they wanted to leave, but they couldn’t find their way out.
Suddenly, they heard a noise. It was a soft, moaning sound, coming from somewhere in the house. The teenagers froze, their hearts pounding in their chests.
The noise came again, closer this time. The teenagers could hear footsteps, and they knew that they weren’t alone.
They turned to run, but it was too late. A figure appeared in the doorway, and the teenagers screamed.
The figure was a woman, dressed in a long white gown. Her hair was long and black, and her eyes were empty and staring.
The woman floated towards the teenagers, her arms outstretched. The teenagers screamed again and ran for their lives.
They burst out of the house and into the night, not stopping until they were far away.
They never went back to the house, and they never spoke of what they had seen that night.
The old house still stands on the hill, overlooking the town. It is said that the ghosts of the former inhabitants still roam the halls, waiting for someone to come and join them.
