On that early morning, the golden rays of the sun shone with a radiant and dazzling brilliance, blinding anyone who looked at it. As our heroine, Emily, walked her daily routine path, she suddenly stopped. In front of her stood an eerie, perilous, macabre, and abandoned-looking house. She thought to herself, "This wasn’t here before."

Curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to go home and bring the necessary equipment for her exploration of the house. When she came back, she now had in her possession a flashlight, a notepad, and a pen. Hesitating at the edge of the path, Emily looked over her shoulder, her heart racing. She took a deep breath, silencing the voice in her head that begged her to turn back, and started down the pathway leading to the front door of the ridiculously large house. She knocked, but as expected, no one answered. She stood there for a minute, doubts pouring in, but she ignored them and went inside.

SLAM!

The door behind her slammed shut as soon as she entered. Emily quickly turned around and tried to open the door, but her efforts were futile. She stopped after a few minutes and told herself, "It's normal, it's normal for an abandoned house door to close shut, unexpectedly." Those words helped her continue the exploration. She put on her flashlight and started looking around. Everything was dirty and disgusting. Cobwebs adorned the corners of the ceiling, and the air was thick with the scent of mold and decay.

As she peered inside a room, she felt a chilling sensation of being watched. She turned around to check and, in the corner of the room, standing there was an eerie, illuminating figure, its face obscured. Emily's scream echoed through the empty house, but to no avail. She backed away, the figure moved forward. She backed away again, and it continued to follow until she was backed up against the wall. She pointed her flashlight at it, but it suddenly just stopped working.

The figure was emotionless, like a statue you would see at a museum. It brought out a knife and said, "Don't you know it's rude to enter someone else's house without their permission?" Its voice was cold and devoid of any emotion. Emily screamed once again, tears welling up in her eyes, pleading for her life to be spared. "I’m sorry! Please spare me! It will never happen again, you will never see me again! I beg of you..."

The figure just smirked and killed her, stabbing her over and over again, several times until it felt satisfied. Her last words being "Forgive me."

Emily jolted awake, panting and gasping for air. She found herself in her bed inside her room. Sitting up, she pinched herself, confused but relieved. She thought to herself, "A nightmare...?"

Emily tried to calm herself down, but the vividness of the dream lingered. Every detail felt too real to be merely a figment of her imagination. She glanced around her room, ensuring everything was as it should be. Her heart slowly began to settle, but the memory of the ghostly figure and its cold voice remained etched in her mind.

Despite the reassurances she gave herself, Emily couldn't shake the feeling that the nightmare was more than just a dream. It felt like a warning, a premonition of something sinister lurking just beyond the veil of reality. She lay back down, hoping for sleep to reclaim her, but the unsettling sense of dread kept her awake for the rest of the night.

The next morning, Emily woke up groggy and unsettled. The memory of the nightmare clung to her like a shadow. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. As she went through her morning routine, the events of the dream replayed in her mind. She decided to take a walk to clear her head.

Emily retraced her steps from the day before, curiosity and dread mingling in her chest. As she approached the spot where the eerie house had appeared in her dream, she was relieved to find nothing but an empty plot of land. She let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "It was just a dream," she whispered to herself, trying to believe it.

However, her sense of relief was short-lived. As she stood there, the house suddenly appeared before her eyes. It flickered, disappearing and reappearing several times until it finally stayed still. Emily's heart raced as she realized the house was real. She decided to tell the cops, hoping they would believe her now.

Emily rushed to the local police station, clutching the journal. She explained her experience and showed the journal to the officers, hoping they would take her seriously. Two skeptical officers agreed to accompany her to the location. As they arrived at the empty plot of land, Emily's anxiety grew. She pointed to where the house should have been, but the officers saw nothing but empty land. They exchanged amused glances and one of them said, "Miss, this is a prank, right? There's nothing here."

Emily protested, insisting that the house had appeared the previous night. The officers were unmoved and fined her for wasting police time. Frustrated and embarrassed, Emily realized that she would have to investigate the mystery on her own.

As the officers left, Emily heard faint voices whispering her name. She turned around, but saw no one. The voices grew louder, pleading for her help. They were the voices of the victims, begging her to help them rest in peace. Emily felt a chill run down her spine as she realized the only way to help them was to get rid of the figure that killed them.

That evening, armed with the journal, a flashlight, and a newfound resolve, she returned to the empty plot of land. As the sun set, the air grew colder, and a thick fog began to envelop the area. Out of the fog, the mansion materialized before her eyes, just as it had in her dream. Emily's heart pounded in her chest, but she knew she had to face her fears. She took a deep breath and stepped forward, ready to uncover the secrets that lay within and put the restless spirits to peace.

The front door creaked open as she approached, inviting her inside. The air inside the mansion was damp and musty, the scent of decay even stronger than she remembered. Emily switched on her flashlight and cautiously entered the hallway. Every step she took echoed through the empty house, heightening her sense of unease.