The House on the Lake

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The winds hollowed as the two walked towards a cabin that was situated near a lake.

The familiar sounds of rushing water and animals scurrying about filled the air.

“It’s the dead of winter. Why are we here at this dusty, musty place?”

He ignored her as he ushered her in.

“We need to see if this place is truly haunted.”

He remarked as she looked at him confused.

“What? Do you still believe in that after all this time?”

She replied as she felt a chill running down her spine.

The place was dark, cold, and empty.

“There isn’t anything here. Let’s go.”

She quickly turned around and started to make a beeline towards the door.

“No. Stay. No one is going to hurt you here.”

His voice became haunting and ethereal.

She turned around to see him turning white and glowing.

She whimpered as her hand rested on doorknob.

He cackled and laughed as he transformed into something nonhuman.

Before whatever was happening was completed she bolted out the door.

Leaving behind her once dear friend behind and the strange cabin in the woods.

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