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Her heart pounded as she stared out the window of the abandoned house. A shiver ran down her spine as she remembered those lifeless eyes staring back at her, moving impossibly in the empty sockets.
How could it be? Everyone claimed no one had lived there in years. But she had seen it clearly: the old man hanging from the ceiling, his neck twisted at an unnatural angle.
Suddenly, a glare caught her attention in the fogged glass. She held her breath as a dark silhouette began to take shape behind the threadbare curtain. Slowly, two bright spots flared, like embers burning in the darkness.
The eyes had returned.
A sharp rap on the window made her jump with fright. Something had struck the glass from inside with a frightening noise. She shrieked as a crack spread across the cracked glass.
Then a bloodcurdling creak as the curtain opened all the way, revealing the empty, ruined interior. No one was there.
Legs shaking, she fled in terror, vowing never to go near that cursed house again. But deep down, she knew the eyes would stalk her forever, waiting for her return.