Inside, the silence was anything but peaceful. It was thick and oppressive, hanging heavy in the air like a shroud. Each creak of the old floorboards echoed ominously, amplifying the unsettling atmosphere.
The dim light coming through the dusty windows created long, eerie shadows across the messy furniture. The room looked old and neglected, adding to the spooky feeling. “Lily?” Jackson called out, his voice calm but urgent. He looked around but couldn’t see the little girl.