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The house had a dark history. A woman was murdered upstairs. Her blood still stained the walls. Chloe moved in anyway. Cheap rent. Damp floors. Old wood. Blood dripped from the ceiling. Red puddles spread across the floor. The air smelled of iron and rot. Chloe screamed. The diary lay on the shelf. She kicked it. Pages twisted violently. Letters squirmed like worms. Hollow-eyed faces appeared. Blood streamed from their mouths. Silent screams filled the room. The walls bled. The floor pulsed. Cracks oozed fresh blood. Ceiling beams dripped red like rain. The grotesque blood face hissed: “You… disturbed me.” The diary pages stretched like claws. They slashed at her wrists. Blood sprayed across her face. Her hair stuck to wet, torn clothes. She ran. The door was locked. Windows rattled violently. Blood shot from cracks like geysers. Every step left bloody footprints. She grabbed a chair. Smashed a window. Glass cut her arms. Rain mixed with blood. Her clothes were soaked. Torn. Muddy. The wind howled. Shadows twisted. Lightning flashed. The house pulsed behind her. The diary lay open. A new name appeared: Chloe. Letters bled and twisted. Whispering: “Next… it’s you.” She escaped into the storm. But the nightmare had only begun. Every shadow whispered her name. Every heartbeat was the ghost’s. Every drop of rain sounded like footsteps… behind her.