The old house

The proposal to meet in this abandoned house and spend a weekend full of paranormal experiences awakened in us a mixture of emotions.

With our hearts full of curiosity and a hint of fear, we ventured out on this strange adventure.

Upon arrival, the manor house stood before us like a silent witness to the past.

Darkness embraced us as we entered its dusty corridors.

Everyone shared their paranormal stories, enveloping us in an atmosphere of mystery and chills.

With no lights or mobile phones, the house took on a life of its own. <Shadows danced on the walls and eerie whispers could be heard in the corners.

We clung to our pantries, feeling it was our only anchor in that unknown world.

As the hours passed, the tension grew. Every little noise made us jump, every shadow filled us with doubt. Yet we supported each other, remembering that we were together, that our strength lay in our togetherness.

The last to arrive closed the gate, sealing our connection to the outside. As the night wore on, the stories became more vivid and the mysteries more intense. Our hearts pounded to the beat of the unknown.

The hours faded and dawn found us exhausted but filled with a strange euphoria. We had made it through the night, faced our fears and found a bond in our friendship.

With the sun shining into the house, we opened the gate and stepped out into the outside world. The experience had transformed us, leaving an indelible mark on our souls.