The Hollow House Deep in the heart of a forgotten forest, where the trees grew tall and tangled, and the fog never lifted, there stood a crumbling old house known as the Hollow House. It had once been grand, a mansion of dark wood and stone, but now it sagged under the weight of time and the whispers of things unseen. The locals warned never to go near it, for the house was said to be cursed, haunted by spirits that fed on the living. But the Weller family didn’t believe the stories. Desperate for a fresh start, they moved into the Hollow House one cold autumn day. The family consisted of Ethan, the father, who was tired and worn from city life; Emily, the mother, who longed for peace; and their children—ten-year-old Lily, full of curiosity, and six-year-old Ben, quiet and wide-eyed. The moment they stepped through the door, the air seemed to shift. It was colder inside than outside, and the walls groaned softly, as if the house itself had drawn a slow breath. At first, it was sma...
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