The House of Eternal Night
The old mansion loomed before us, its turrets reaching toward the moon like skeletal fingers. As we stepped out of the car, the wind died, and an unsettling silence fell over the deserted grounds. I felt a shiver run down my spine as my friend, Sarah, grasped my arm. 'Are you sure this is a good idea?' she whispered, her eyes fixed on the mansion's boarded-up windows.
As I gazed up at the mansion, a chill crept over me. The once-grand entrance was now shrouded in darkness, the heavy wooden door hanging crookedly on its hinges. Sarah's grip on my arm tightened. 'What are we doing here, Emily?' she whispered, her voice barely audible over the creaking of the old wooden sign above us.
I hesitated, my eyes scanning the overgrown lawn and the twisted trees that seemed to lean in, as if listening to our conversation. 'We're here to uncover the truth,' I replied, trying to sound braver than I felt. 'The stories about this place... they're just rumors, right?'
Sarah's eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mix of fear and determination. 'Let's just get this over with,' she said, her voice firm.
Together, we stepped forward, the crunch of gravel beneath our feet echoing through the stillness. The mansion's windows seemed to stare back at us, empty and unblinking. As we approached the entrance, a faint whisper seemed to caress my ear: 'You shouldn't be here.'