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The house on the hill had been empty for years. It was a large, rambling Victorian with a dark and foreboding appearance. The paint was peeling, the shutters were hanging off their hinges, and the windows were boarded up. The only sign of life was the occasional crow that would perch on the roof and caw ominously.
One day, a young couple decided to move into the house. They were young and idealistic, and they thought they could fix up the old place and make it a home. They soon realized that they had made a mistake.
The house was full of strange noises and smells. At night, they would hear footsteps in the attic and the sound of laughter coming from the empty rooms. The air was thick with the smell of decay, and they would often find strange symbols carved into the walls.
One night, the woman woke up to find a figure standing at the foot of her bed. The figure was tall and thin, with long, white hair and glowing red eyes. The woman screamed and tried to run, but the figure was too fast. It grabbed her and held her down, its cold, dead hands digging into her flesh.
The woman woke up the next morning with bruises all over her body. She told her husband what had happened, but he didn't believe her. He thought she was just having a bad dream.
The woman knew that she wasn't crazy. She knew that something evil was living in the house. She tried to convince her husband to leave, but he refused. He said that he had spent too much money on the house to just give up now.
The woman lived in fear for the next few weeks. She would wake up every night in a cold sweat, her heart pounding in her chest. She would hear the figure in her dreams, coming for her.
One night, the woman couldn't take it anymore. She packed her things and left in the middle of the night. She didn't tell her husband where she was going. She just knew that she had to get away from the house.
The woman never went back to the house on the hill. She didn't know what happened to her husband, but she knew that she had made the right decision to leave. She was safe now, and that was all that mattered.
The house on the hill still stands today. It is a reminder of the evil that can lurk in the shadows, waiting for its next victim.
The woman moved to a new city and started a new life. She never told anyone about the house on the hill, not even her closest friends. She was afraid that they wouldn't believe her, or worse, that they would think she was crazy.
The woman tried to forget about the house, but it was hard. She would often have nightmares about the figure, and she would sometimes wake up in a cold sweat, her heart pounding in her chest.
One day, the woman was walking down the street when she saw a familiar figure. It was the figure from her nightmares, the one with the long, white hair and glowing red eyes. The woman froze in fear. She didn't know what to do.
The figure walked up to the woman and smiled. Its smile was cold and cruel. "Hello," it said. "I've been waiting for you."
The woman tried to scream, but no sound came out. She was paralyzed with fear.
The figure reached out and touched the woman's face. Its touch was cold and clammy. "You're mine now," it said. "You can never escape."
The woman closed her eyes and waited for the end.
But the end never came. Instead, the woman felt herself being lifted up. She opened her eyes and saw that she was floating in the air. The figure was gone.
The woman floated for a long time. She didn't know where she was going, but she didn't care. She was just glad to be away from the figure.
Finally, the woman landed on a soft, grassy surface. She opened her eyes and saw that she was in a meadow. The sun was shining, and the birds were singing.
The woman took a deep breath of fresh air. She was free.
The woman never saw the figure again. She never knew where it came from or why it had chosen her. But she was grateful to be free. She had learned a valuable lesson: evil exists, but it can be overcome.
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