Endless Screams

The corridors

The old, dilapidated house stood alone at the edge of town, its presence casting a dark shadow over the entire neighborhood. Rumors of its haunting had spread like wildfire, but curious souls couldn't resist the allure of the eerie dwelling.

On a moonless night, a group of five friends, driven by a combination of skepticism and morbid fascination, gathered outside the decaying front door. They exchanged nervous glances, their breaths visible in the cold, misty air. Ignoring the warnings, they ventured inside, the creaking floorboards echoing with each step.

As they explored the dimly lit rooms, an unnatural chill enveloped them. The air grew heavy, and a sense of dread settled upon their shoulders. They dismissed it as mere paranoia, determined to unravel the house's secrets.

One by one, the friends found themselves separated, swallowed by the labyrinthine corridors. Whispers echoed through the halls, filling their minds with dark thoughts. Panic clutched their hearts as they desperately tried to find each other, their voices drowned out by the house's sinister symphony.

Soon, the true horror revealed itself. Shadows danced on the walls, contorting into twisted shapes, fueled by an ancient evil lurking within the house's depths. The friends' screams of terror echoed through the hallways, unheard by the outside world.

One friend stumbled upon a room adorned with macabre artwork. The walls were adorned with portraits, each one bearing an uncanny resemblance to the trapped souls within the house. Horrified, they realized that they, too, were now part of the haunting gallery.

In another room, a friend discovered a dusty journal, its pages filled with the deranged ramblings of the house's previous owner. Desperate for answers, they pored over the madman's words, only to be consumed by the very madness that seeped from the pages.

As the night wore on, the friends' sanity eroded, their hope dwindling to mere embers. They fought against the house's insidious grip, but it was a battle they were destined to lose. The house demanded sacrifices, and one by one, their lives were claimed.

Days turned into weeks, and the house returned to its silent vigil, as if nothing had transpired within its cursed walls. The friends were gone, their existence forever entwined with the malevolence that dwelled within.

The townspeople, unaware of the tragedy that unfolded, continued to pass by the house, their gaze averted, instinctively sensing the darkness that resided there. The house remained a haunting reminder of the horrors that can lurk in the most unsuspecting corners, its secrets locked away, waiting for the next group of curious souls to unleash its terror once again.