The Last Voice in the House

Seven of us went into that house.

Only one of us walked out.

It was supposed to be fun. Just one stupid dare before graduation. An abandoned house at the edge of town - the one everyone says is haunted. The one people avoid after sunset. The one with boarded windows and a history no one talks about.

Marissa thought it would be exciting.
Quincy didn't believe in ghosts.
Jeremiah said we were overreacting.
Caleb kept joking about horror movies.
Josh brought a camera.
Lila said she felt something was wrong.

And I... I wish I had listened.

The moment we stepped inside, something changed. The air felt heavier. The silence felt alive. Doors closed on their own. Footsteps echoed when no one was there. Whispers brushed against our ears. The house didn't feel empty.

It felt like it was watching us.

Then the games started.

One by one, strange things began happening. People disappeared. Screams echoed through hallways. Rooms shifted. Shadows moved. The house seemed to know us - our fears, our secrets, our guilt.

And it didn't want us to leave.

As panic turns into terror, friendships crack. Trust disappears. And the truth about the house begins to surface - a truth darker than any ghost story.

By the time I understood what was really happening...

It was too late.

Because the house doesn't just haunt you.

It keeps you.

And somehow...

It let me go.