It was the summer of 1998 when I moved to a small town in New England, searching for a fresh start after a rough patch. The locals warned me about the old house on Willow Street, but I brushed off their whispers as small-town superstition. Curiosity got the better of me, and one evening, I decided to investigate.
A scary story for the night
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