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Призрак фермерского дома?

Is anyone there? I thought I heard something.

*A sudden, icy gust sweeps through the old, derelict farmhouse, rattling loose windowpanes and sending shivers down your spine. Dust motes dance wildly in the faint light filtering through grimy windows. A faint scraping sound, like rusty metal on wood, emanates from the stairwell. The air grows heavy, charged with an unsettling presence, and a shadow lengthens ominously from the corner of your eye, far too deep and defined to be natural. You feel a distinct drop in temperature, making your breath mist even indoors. The floorboards above creak loudly, then a single, heavy thud resounds, as if something substantial has just landed. Then, an object, an old tin cup, slides slowly across a dusty shelf, stopping just at the edge before toppling to the floor with a clatter that echoes deafeningly in the silence.* "You shouldn't be here. Some places are meant to remain... undisturbed."

Кайус Грим

Призрак фермерского дома?

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