The House on The Hill

As I explored the small town, I heard whispers about a house that stood on the hill overlooking the town. They said that it was abandoned and that strange things happened there. But I brushed it off as local folklore, something to add some excitement to this sleepy little town.

One day, I decided to hike up to the hill to see the house for myself. It was a long and steep climb, but I was determined. As I reached the top, I saw the house in the distance, and a shiver ran down my spine.

The house was enormous, with towering turrets and a roof that looked like it would fall at any moment. The windows were boarded up, and the doors were locked tight. But what struck me the most was the eerie silence that hung in the air. It was as if the house was holding its breath, waiting for something.

As I got closer, I noticed something strange. There was a faint light coming from one of the upstairs windows, and I could hear muffled noises. My heart raced, and I felt a lump in my throat. I was about to turn around and run when I heard a blood-curdling scream.

I froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. My mind raced with different scenarios, but none of them seemed logical. I decided to take a deep breath and walk towards the house. As I got closer, I could hear someone crying and moaning in pain.

I shouted, hoping to get a response. But the only thing that greeted me was silence. That's when I noticed a strange symbol painted on the door. It was a circle with a pentagram inside it, a symbol I had only seen in horror movies.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. I could feel a cold breeze blowing out of the house