The old house had been in my family for generations. It was filled with memories and history. But now something sinister had taken root.
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My grandmother was convinced that a ghost was haunting the house. But I didn't believe in ghosts. Until the murders began.
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It started with the gardener, who was found dead in the garden shed. We thought it was an accident. Then my uncle was found in the study, strangled.
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That's when we found the secret passageway in my grandmother's room. It led to a small room filled with old toys and dusty furniture.
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But there was something else in that room. Something dark and malevolent. We didn't see it at first, but we felt its presence.
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The police were called and soon the house was swarming with detectives and forensic experts. They found no trace of the killer, only a few vague clues.
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Fear gripped the house. We were all suspects, even my own family. No one knew who to trust, and we all had secrets we wanted to keep hidden.
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Then the storm hit. Rain lashed against the windows and lightning illuminated the darkness. And that's when the ghost appeared.
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It was tall and pale, with empty eye sockets and a gaping mouth. It held a bloody knife in its hand, and it laughed as it floated towards us. We were trapped.
