2025/Aliana-31680

I’m in a house, one that is years old. The black mold grew on the wall, large and strong. Green splatters from the grass growing through the old house. The wood was soggy and flexible, disturbing when you touch it. In the corner was a chair, red and small. It was broken and covered in water from the leaking pipes above. Which was growing all sorts on it. The window was shattered and a spider web was latched all over. Making a frame of design. There was trash everywhere. Some old soda cans that lost their color, candy wrappers that have dirt and water in it. It was dark and cold, my flashlight was my only light available. I felt something watching me. Haunting me. It was clawing at each step..Watching each movement.

My friend was beside me, exploring the house herself. The kitchen was worse. Moldy food that has been left there for years, which already leaked through the bowls and plates. It was disgusting. The rotten smell was trenching up the room, the dead bird was normal enough to lay on the floor in the children’s bedroom. Its eyes peeled open from the ants taking its nutrients.

The children’s room was happy. Full of small toys that light up at each step, or a teddy bear ripped in half. The bed was messy and unmade, which made an impact on how the room appeared. It was dreadful to be in such a room. The curtains on the ground, the bed flipped over, and the books on the desk scattered. Blood all throughout the room and hallway, leading down to the bathroom.

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And such forth on the matter and small but important details taken on the matter. Taking locals' words is a strong thing to go off of. A large percentage of people in the local town were very hesitant to answer various questions. Often asking if they knew if Danelle was connected to any problems that may have upset anyone to make them do this, if they saw anything unusual.