It was a dark and stormy night.

The wind howled through the trees, rattling the

windows of the old, abandoned house. Sarah had always been fascinated by the
house, but tonight was different. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was
watching her from the shadows.

As she approached the front door, it creaked open, as if was inviting her inside. Commented [JA1]: drfghj

Reluctantly, she stepped inside and was immediately hit by the musty smell of decay.
Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and the floorboards creaked with every step.

Sarah's heart raced as she made her way through the house, her flashlight casting
eerie shadows on the walls. She couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't alone. As
she entered a room, she saw something move out of the corner of her eye. She
swung her flashlight around, but there was nothing there. She took a deep breath
and continued on, her nerves on edge. Suddenly, she heard a faint whisper. She
couldn't make out what it said, but it sounded like it was coming from behind her.
She turned around, but there was nobody there. As she moved deeper into the
house, the whispers grew louder and more menacing. The shadows seemed to come
alive, dancing and swirling around her. Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of her. It
was pale and ghostly, with long, tangled hair and a twisted expression. Sarah froze in
terror, unable to move or speak. The figure reached out and touched her arm, and
Sarah felt a coldness spread through her body. She tried to scream, but no sound
came out. The figure vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving Sarah alone in
the dark, haunted house. She stumbled her way to the door, her heart pounding in
her chest. As she stepped outside, the storm had stopped and the moon shone
bright in the sky. Sarah knew she would never forget the horrors she had
experienced that night, and she made a vow to never set foot in that house again