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Charlie just moved to a small town. Every Halloween, the legend of a haunted house was the hot topic. Seeing an opportunity for adventure, Charlie’s curiosity took the drivers seat.
On Halloween night, Charlie approached the spooky house, its silhouette illuminated by the ghostly moonlight. The house creaked in the wind, whispering the secrets that lay within the wooden fortress. It was chilling to the bone, just like the legends had described.
With a racing heart, Charlie pushed open the heavy door, releasing a long outstretched echo across the empty rooms. While he explored the spine-tingling, shadowy rooms, he heard soft whispers coming from the attic. Mustering all his courage, he crept up the stairs.
A deep rumbling voice suddenly cut through the silence, making Charlie jump out of his skin. ‘Who dares to invade my privacy?’ it thundered. Charlie, his heart pounding like a drum, hesitantly looked for the source of the voice.
Seated behind an old wooden desk, Charlie spotted the grumbling old creature, face hidden behind an ancient book. He was quick to stammer out apologies, promising not to disturb the old man again with an embarrassed chuckle.
‘Old man?!’ The figure snorted. ‘I’m only a teenager, this voice comes with the curse!’
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