🌒 The Dare

 


It started as a dare. Four friends decided to enter the abandoned house one September night. Armed with flashlights and shaky laughter, they pushed through the creaking gate.

Inside, the air was thick, smelling of mildew and something older… like rot that had been waiting.


“Let’s just check the basement,” one of them said. That was their first mistake.

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