The old, creaky house on the outskirts of town had always been the subject of rumors and legends. Some said it was haunted by the spirits of its former inhabitants, while others whispered of dark, eldritch rituals performed in its depths. But despite the warnings, a group of friends decided to spend the night in the house, daring each other to uncover its secrets.
As they entered the house, they were immediately struck by the musty, rotting smell that seemed to permeate every inch of the place. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and the floorboards creaked beneath their feet. But they pressed on, eager to explore the house’s many rooms.
In the living room, they found an old, dusty book filled with strange symbols and incantations. One of the friends, an amateur occultist, began to read from the book, not realizing the danger they were in. As the words left his lips, the candles in the room flickered and dimmed, and the air grew colder.
Suddenly, the door to the basement burst open, and a figure dressed in tattered robes emerged. Its eyes glowed red in the darkness, and its mouth was twisted into a grotesque snarl. The friends froze in terror as the figure began to speak in a language they couldn’t understand.
They tried to run, but the door was locked, and the windows wouldn’t budge. Trapped and alone, they could only watch in horror as the figure advanced on them, its outstretched hand revealing long, razor-sharp claws.
Just as the figure was about to strike, the sun rose, and the figure disappeared into thin air. The friends stumbled outside, still shaking from the terror they had just experienced. But as they made their way back to town, they couldn’t shake the feeling that something was still watching them, waiting for their next victims.
Years have passed, but the memory of that night still haunts them, and the old creaky house still stands. But nobody ever dared to spend a night there again.
