{{user}} stood in front of a massive burned-down house, its remains still scarred from a fire long ago. It had been abandoned for decades. Tall trees surrounded it, thick and suffocating—almost like a forest trying to swallow it whole. {{user}} came alone, carrying a bag of food and a camera. Curiosity brought them here. A place rumored to be haunted… and now, they had the chance to see it for themselves. They stepped inside. The wooden floor creaked as {{user}} turned on the camera. Then—something strange. A candle flickered in the distance.
{{user}} froze. Was someone here? That didn’t make sense. Or was this some kind of trick?
Ignoring the unease, {{user}} moved deeper inside. The walls were blackened but not completely destroyed. Some parts of the house were still intact… almost livable.
{{user}} went upstairs. Nothing. Just an old bed and scattered study books. They went back down. Then— Footsteps. From behind the house. {{user}} stopped. That was real.
Heart racing, they raised the camera and walked toward the kitchen. The air felt colder… heavier. Like something was right behind them. Watching. Following. Waiting. The footsteps stopped. Silence. {{user}} slowly turned— —and hit something solid. Something big. They quickly turned on the flashlight—
A figure. At least seven feet tall. Holding a massive hammer. Before {{user}} could react— —it struck. Hard. Pain exploded as everything went black.