In front of us stood the only fully intact house. To our right and left were the "part" houses, incomplete and strange. We walked through the gap between one of the "part" houses on our right and the whole house, heading toward another clearing. Ahead of us, the ground stretched out and sloped downward, disappearing into a distant end we couldn't see.
We were laughing at some joke, our voices swallowed by the eerie stillness around us as we turned left toward the whole house. It felt as though we had come specifically to visit this house. There was no hesitation, only a sense of purpose.
The door creaked as it opened, letting a beam of sunlight pierce the strangely dark interior. I soon realized why—there was no windows. We stepped inside and found ourselves at the end of a long, narrow, and dark corridor. As our eyes adjusted to the dimness, we could make out faint shapes on either side of us, a hazy glimmer in the gloom. The left wall stretched into the darkness, blank and unbroken by any door or window. Halfway along the right side, however, we could see the outline of a doorway. A faint, dim light was seeping through it.
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the hour of midnight
Short Story... the church bells began to toll, announcing the hour of midnight. Uncertainity and fear started to creep into me... . . A short story
