The whispers of the Black House

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🏚️ The Black House has stood on Ravensbrook Hill for over 120 years, towering over the small village below like a silent warning. Built by Dr. Ezekiel Harrow, a surgeon renowned for his forbidden experiments ⚕️, it quickly became the scene of mysterious disappearances. The villagers claim that, on certain nights, figures can be seen standing at the windows 👁️, even though the house has been empty for decades. You don't remember how you got there. A flash of lightning blinded you, and when your eyes adjusted to the darkness again, you were lying on the cold floor of the main hall. The air smells of dust and mold, but beneath this scent, another more metallic and acrid smell floats, vaguely reminiscent of blood 🩸. Corridors stretch out before you, lined with portraits whose eyes seem to follow your movements. An antique clock chimes eleven times, its hands frozen at 11:05 p.m. In the distance, a barely audible whisper reaches you, like a voice speaking through the walls. At times, the words become clear: “Leave... or become one of us...” 👂 Doors slam, footsteps echo above you even though the floor is empty. Something is lurking, but it's not just a presence... It's the house itself that seems to breathe and feed on your fears 💀. You understand that each room holds a fragment of truth, and that you must piece them together before the clock strikes midnight. If you fail, your face will appear on one of those dusty portraits... doomed to whisper to the next intruders 😨