𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗲
In the quaint town of Raventon, nestled between misty hills and ancient oaks, stood an old Victorian house that had long been abandoned. Its windows, once grand, were now cloaked in grime and cobwebs. The townsfolk avoided the house, spinning tales of curses and spirits that haunted its halls.Every day at precisely dusk, a man began to appear at one of the upper windows. He was always dressed in a dark, old-fashioned suit, his face obscured by a wide-brimmed hat. The sight of him was fleeting-just a shadowy figure standing motionless, peering out into the twilight.No one knew where he came from or where he went. Some said he was a ghost, a remnant of the house's tragic past, while others whispered about a hidden legacy tied to the house's history. The more superstitious residents avoided even mentioning his presence, for fear of drawing his attention.however silly me still living in that house knowing it's my ancestors house which is included in my property as a heritage... how can i leave such beautiful house belonging to my ancestors! Even though it seems like a lil dusted up... it's fine for me! I'm just a lil terrified by the man I saw from past days!
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THE ALGORITHM OF FEAR
Horrorjust a shadowy figure standing motionless, peering out into the twilight.No one knew where he came from or where he went. Some said he was a ghost, a remnant of the house's tragic past, while others whispered about a hidden legacy tied to the house'...
