Tales from the Darkest Recesses of my Imagination

The house at the edge of the woods sat in silence, alone and isolated from the rest of the town, nestled neatly atop a grassy knoll, overlooking countless houses and buildings. Unlike the well-lit town, the derelict house was enveloped in a shroud of darkness, similar to the thick forest outside.

From such a close distance, it was almost intimidating, looming over us in the pale moonlight. I could see the faded paint peeling off the worn and rotten wood, the broken shutters and cracked pillars. The house had clearly seen decades of neglect and abandonment, but weirdly enough, as we drew closer, I had the strangest feeling in the pit of my stomach.

This sickening feeling fluttered in my torso and made my heart beat faster. I glanced around as I walked, trying to make sure no one was following us.