As the group approached the house, it was clearly uninhabited.
The windows were dusty, cobwebs hung in every corner.
“We gonna do this or what?” Jake asked the group. No one spoke.
Creeping around back, even before gaining entry, they felt the presence.
Emily said, “I’m out!”
Everyone else died.
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