The Haunted House

Previously

…A faint, flickering light in an upper window. A tiny, defiant spark in the vast, oppressive blackness. It was gone before he could be sure, swallowed by the night. But the image, the disturbing, chilling possibility, was seared into his mind. They had escaped. They had survived. But the house, and what dwelled within it, was a darkness that might never truly be contained. The echoes of their ordeal would linger, a haunting melody played on the strings of their fear, a testament to the evil they had awakened, and the shadow it cast, even now, as they drove away into the unknown.