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I woke up this morning with the feeling of being watched. It's a familiar sensation that I've grown accustomed to over the years. You see, I live in an eerie mansion that my family has owned for generations. It's a place of dark history and mystery, where whispers of ghostly apparitions and unexplained occurrences have been a part of our lives since I was a child.
As I made my way downstairs, the silence enveloped me like a shroud. The creaking of the wooden floorboards beneath my feet seemed to echo through the empty halls, as if warning anyone who dared to enter that this place is not for the faint of heart. I've grown accustomed to these noises over the years, but they still send shivers down my spine.
I've always been a bit of an oddball, and growing up in this mansion only added to my sense of isolation. My mother was a recluse who spent most of her time locked away in her bedroom, surrounded by cobwebs and dust. She'd often tell me stories about the supernatural beings that roamed these halls, and I'd listen with wide eyes, wondering if it was all just a product of her fevered imagination.
As I walked into the kitchen, I noticed that someone had left a note on the counter for me - 'I'll be back soon.' It's a message I've seen countless times over the years, but I never know who leaves it or what they're waiting for. It's
