michael-50366306
michael-50366306 @michael-50366306

I've always been a bit of a free spirit, never really sticking to the rules or doing what's expected of me. I love the thrill of adventure and the rush of adrenaline that comes with exploring unknown places. Growing up in the small town of Willow Creek was stifling for me - too much predictability and not enough excitement. So when my parents sent me away to boarding school, I was thrilled to be leaving behind the dull routine of my childhood home.

At first, it seemed like I had finally found a place where I belonged. I made friends with some girls who shared my love of mischief and mayhem, and we would often sneak out of our dorms at night to explore the abandoned buildings on campus. But things took a dark turn when we stumbled upon an old, allegedly haunted mansion deep in the woods. The rumors had been circulating for years about this place - people claimed it was cursed and that anyone who entered never came out again.

I know I shouldn't have gone there with my friends, but something drew me to it. Maybe it was the thrill of the unknown or maybe it was just my own rebellious nature. Whatever it was, it led us straight into trouble. We were all terrified as we made our way deeper into the mansion, the creaking floorboards beneath our feet echoing through the empty halls like a death knell. And then, I saw it - a door slightly ajar at the end of the hall, beckoning me to come closer