The Haunting of Hill House

In the halls of Hill House,

Echoes of screams are heard.

The ghostly presence lingers,

A constant and eerie word.

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The creaking of the floorboards,

The rustling of the leaves.

A chill runs down your spine,

As the darkness starts to weave.

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A sense of dread and foreboding,

Fills the air with fear.

As the ghostly figures appear,

And the end draws near.

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The ghost of Hill House,

Will never let you go.

Forever trapped in its grasp,

In eternal woe.

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Trapped in Hill House, dread consumes me. Echoes of screams and ghostly presences linger, causing unease. I am forever haunted and trapped, consumed by fear with no escape from this haunted abode.