The Haunted House

Previously

…Then, as quickly as it appeared, the vision vanished. The mirror returned to its dull, tarnished reflection of the darkened room. But the chill remained, deeper and more pervasive than before. The air was heavy with a suffocating dread, a palpable sense of ancient evil that had finally, undeniably, revealed itself. The house was no longer just old and eerie. It was a prison, and something within its walls had awoken. The game had changed. This was no longer about unsettling whispers and fleeting shadows. This was about survival.