Black Christmas

As they moved deeper into the manor, the atmosphere grew heavier and more oppressive. The first signs of the curse were subtle: the faint sound of whispers that seemed to come from nowhere, the flickering of their flashlight beams.

In the dining room, a long table stretched out before them, set as though for a feast. Plates and goblets gleamed under a thick layer of dust. As Jane stepped closer, her footfalls echoed unnaturally, louder than they should have been.

"Did you hear that?" Nathan whispered, his voice tight.

Jane turned, her flashlight catching a shadow moving across the wall-but there was nothing there to cast it. She swallowed hard. "It's just your imagination."

But it wasn't.

In the parlor, a grandfather clock chimed softly, though its hands were frozen at midnight. The air grew colder, their breath now visible in thick plumes. Nathan reached out to steady himself against a wall, only to recoil as the wallpaper rippled beneath his touch, as if alive.

"Okay, this is officially not normal," he said, backing away.

Jane's flashlight flickered, plunging them into momentary darkness. When the beam returned, the furniture had shifted. A chair now stood in the middle of the room, facing them.

Will they uncover the truth behind the curse-or will the manor claim them as its next victims?

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