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Two friends wandered past the looming silhouette of a decaying mansion under a moonless sky, the air thick with the stench of rot and distant whispers. What began as a dare—a reckless step through its splintered front door—unfolded into a nightmare. The entrance creaked shut behind them, sealing their fate. Shadows writhed across peeling wallpaper, and the temperature plummeted. Then they saw it: a single blood-red eye, unblinking, suspended in the darkness ahead. It wasn’t alone. More eyes flickered to life—glowing crimson pupils embedded in the walls, the ceiling, the floor. A guttural snarl echoed as the central eye detached, revealing a grotesque, fleshy mass with tendrils squirming like exposed nerves. They ran. Hallways twisted into impossible labyrinths, doors slammed shut on their own, and the thing’s wet, ragged breaths closed in. Every corner hid spectral figures that lunged with silent screams, every room echoed with garbled voices pleading in forgotten tongues. Rumors of a tortured entity trapped within the mansion’s bones suddenly felt horrifyingly true. Scattered clues—a journal scrawled with frantic warnings, a rusted key clutched in a skeletal hand—hinted at a way to unravel the curse. But the eyes never stopped watching. One mistake—a misplaced step, a too-loud gasp—and the monster surged forward, limbs contorting, eyes seething. Survival meant outsmarting it: barricading doors, silencing tremors in their breath, solving riddles etched into the walls as the air grew thick with the stench of decay. The mansion itself seemed alive—a predator toying with its prey. Windows vanished. Staircases led nowhere. And always, the eyes followed, hungry and unrelenting. This wasn’t just a house. It was a tomb for the mad, a prison for something older than reason. Escape demanded more than courage. It demanded sacrifice. Whispers warned that the red eyes were once human, souls fused into the creature’s flesh. Now, they served it—a hive of agony driving the hunt. The friends’ laughter from moments before felt like a distant memory. Here, only fear was real.
