The Night the House Came Alive

The old house stood on a hill, overlooking the town. It had been empty for years, and the locals said it was haunted. Some claimed to have seen strange lights in the windows at night, while others swore they had heard the sound of footsteps echoing through the halls.

One day, a group of teenagers decided to explore the house. They had heard the rumors, but they didn't believe them. They thought it would be fun to spend a night in the house and see if anything happened.

The teenagers arrived at the house late at night. They were all a little nervous, but they tried to act brave. They went inside and started to explore.

The house was dark and dusty. The furniture was old and covered in cobwebs. The teenagers wandered through the rooms, taking in the eerie atmosphere.

Suddenly, they heard a noise. It sounded like someone was moving around upstairs. The teenagers froze, their hearts pounding.

"Did you hear that?" one of them whispered.

"Yeah," another one said. "It's coming from upstairs."

The teenagers slowly made their way up the stairs. They held their breath as they reached the top. The noise was louder now. It sounded like someone was walking around in the room at the end of the hall.

The teenagers crept down the hall. They reached the door to the room and slowly opened it.

The room was dark, but the teenagers could see a figure standing in the corner. The figure was tall and thin, and it was wearing a long black cloak.

The teenagers gasped. They were too scared to move.

The figure slowly turned towards them. Its face was hidden in the shadows, but the teenagers could see its eyes. They were glowing red.

The teenagers screamed and ran out of the room. They didn't stop running until they were back at their car.

They got in the car and drove away. They didn't look back.

The teenagers never went back to the house. They never spoke about what they saw that night.

But the house is still there, on the hill, overlooking the town. And some say that the figure in the black cloak is still there, waiting for its next victim.