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The House in the Mist
It was a dark and stormy night. Jake and his friends were driving through the forest, looking for a place to spend the night. They had been on a road trip for a week, and they were running low on gas and money.
They saw a sign that said "Motel, 5 miles". They decided to follow it, hoping to find a cheap and cozy place to rest. They drove for a while, but the sign never appeared again. Instead, they found themselves in a dense fog, barely able to see the road ahead.
"Where are we?" Jake asked, slowing down the car.
"I don't know, man. This is creepy." Mike said, looking out the window.
"Maybe we should turn back." Lisa suggested, clutching her backpack.
"No, we can't. We don't have enough gas to go back. We have to find that motel." Jake said, trying to sound confident.
He turned on the radio, hoping to hear some music or news. But all he got was static. He switched the channels, but nothing changed. He turned off the radio, feeling frustrated.
They drove on, hoping to see some signs of civilization. But all they saw were trees and mist. They felt like they were in a maze, with no way out.
Suddenly, they saw a faint light in the distance. It looked like a house. They drove towards it, hoping to find someone who could help them.
They reached the house, and parked the car in front of it. It was a large, old-fashioned mansion, with a rusty gate and a broken fence. The windows were boarded up, and the door was hanging from its hinges. The light came from a single candle in the attic.
"Wow, this place looks haunted." Mike said, shivering.
"Maybe we should keep looking." Lisa said, feeling scared.
"No, this is our only chance. Maybe there's someone inside who can help us. Or at least let us use their phone." Jake said, getting out of the car.
He grabbed a flashlight from the trunk, and walked towards the house. He tried to open the gate, but it was locked. He climbed over it, and walked to the door. He knocked on it, but there was no answer. He pushed it, and it fell to the ground with a loud thud.
He entered the house, and shone his flashlight around. He saw a dusty hallway, with cobwebs and rats. He saw a staircase leading to the upper floors, and a door leading to the basement. He saw paintings and portraits on the walls, with eyes that seemed to follow him.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" He called out, but there was no reply.
He walked further into the house, looking for a phone or a person. He heard his friends following him, whispering and whimpering.
They explored the house, but they found nothing but empty rooms and rotten furniture. They saw no signs of life, except for the candle in the attic. They decided to check it out, hoping to find the source of the light.
They climbed the stairs, and reached the attic. They saw a wooden door, with a sign that said "Do not enter". They ignored it, and opened the door.
They entered the attic, and saw a horrifying sight. They saw a man, hanging from a rope, with a bloody knife in his hand. They saw a woman, lying on a bed, with a stab wound in her chest. They saw a child, sitting on a chair, with a blank stare in his eyes. They saw a candle, burning on a table, with a note next to it.
They read the note, and felt a chill down their spines. It said:
"We are the Smiths. We lived in this house for 10 years, until we realised we were not alone. There is something evil in this house, something that wants us dead. It whispers in our ears, it moves things around, it makes us see things that are not there. It drove us mad, and made us kill each other. We are sorry for what we did, but we had no choice. We hope you can forgive us, and leave this house as soon as possible. Do not stay here, or you will suffer the same fate as us. This house is haunted, and it will never let you go."
They dropped the note, and screamed. They ran to the door, but it was locked. They tried to break it, but it was too strong. They were trapped in the attic, with the dead bodies and the candle.
They heard a voice in their ears, saying:
"Welcome to the house in the mist. You are my guests, and you will never leave. I hope you enjoy your stay, because it will be your last."
They screamed again, but no one heard them. They were doomed, and they knew it.
The candle flickered, and went out.
Written by Bing Chat with GPT-
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