

Despite her misgivings, she pressed on, drawn inexorably toward the decrepit structure by an unseen force. The front door creaked open, and a chill wind whipped through the foyer, carrying with it the musty scent of decaying wood and mold.

As Emma stepped inside, the door slammed shut behind her, and she was enveloped in darkness. Her heart pounded in her chest as she fumbled for a light switch, but her fingers found only cobwebs and dust.

Suddenly, she heard a sound, a faint rustling coming from the shadows. She strained to listen, but the noise faded away, leaving her alone in the silent darkness once more.

Then, out of nowhere, a cold hand grabbed her shoulder, and she screamed. But as she spun around, there was no one there. She was alone, trapped in the haunted mansion with only her terror for company.

For hours, she crept through the labyrinthine halls and twisted staircases, her mind playing tricks on her at every turn. Shadows moved in the corners of her vision, and stran