The two ponds

The two ponds

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Its cold, foggy and slightly windy. The moist air hovering over the knee high grass seems to never reveal its secrets. The wind is hissing through the dark forest with trees standing closely next to each other as if they would form a wall against the freezing surroundings. The branches forming a sort of cage with the trees and thorne bushes in it. The wood covering the forest ground is rodden and fragile. If you're ever in a situation where you're inside this cage where it seems like the leaves are watching you, better be careful, because people living there in the hidden know about the secrets of the forest and if one of them catches you... darling, nobody will hear you scream.
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It wasn't supposed to be a rescue. It wasn't even supposed to be real. A drunken dare. A reckless chase. A twisted game. Harry and his friends entered the house with one thought-to take what wasn't theirs. But the moment they crossed the threshold, the game turned against them. The doors locked. The walls shifted. Their desires became chains, their laughter swallowed by silence. At first, they thought it was a man-a monster lurking in the dark, toying with them. But the deeper they went, the more the truth clawed at their sanity. The house was alive. And it wanted them to suffer. Time unraveled. Lust turned to regret. Hunger turned to madness. Their mistakes tightened like a noose, and soon, Harry found himself losing more than just his way. He was losing them. And the house was still watching. Because no one leaves until it is done with them. The House That Whispers

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