Shadows Speak

The old house stood still on the hilltop, its windows like lifeless sockets staring out at the dark night. A breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it the whisper of something ancient. It was a feeling of something amiss that made your hair stand on end. As youdraw near, the whispers gro
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