Century old House

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Late one autumn evening, Claire moved into a century-old house in a small, forgotten town. The real estate agent had assured her it was a "charming fixer-upper," but she was charmed more by the price than the house. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the creaky floors, she began unpacking.

While arranging her books on an ancient, dust-covered shelf, Claire noticed something strange: a gap between the wall and the wooden paneling. Curious, she pried at it until the panel came loose, revealing a narrow, dark passage. The air inside was thick and stale, as if it hadn't been disturbed in decades.

Crouching down, Claire shined her flashlight into the tunnel. The beam flickered, revealing a long, narrow corridor with walls lined with rotting wood. It stretched deeper into the house than she thought possible.

Ignoring the uneasy feeling gnawing at her, Claire decided to explore. She squeezed through the opening and began her descent into the darkness. Her footsteps echoed unnervingly, and the air grew colder with each step. At the end of the passage, she found a small, hidden room with a single, battered chair facing the wall. A thick layer of dust covered everything, untouched for years.

On the wall, directly in front of the chair, Claire noticed faint scratches. As she got closer, the realization hit her—they formed words. The message, etched deeply into the wall, read: "I never left."

Suddenly, the passage behind her collapsed with a loud crash, sealing her inside. The flashlight flickered once more before going out completely, plunging the room into total darkness.

And then, from the chair, came the creak of old wood as it slowly began to turn toward her.

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