an old house sitting in the middle of a foggy forest

In the small, forgotten town of Greymere, nestled deep in the woods, there was a house that no one dared to approach. The locals called it the Hollow House, for its windows were dark and empty, and its door never seemed to stay shut for long. It was said that the house was cursed, haunted by the spirits of those who had once lived there.One rainy evening, a young woman named Claire, new to Greymere, grew curious about the place. Her friends warned her to stay away, but Claire was determined to know more. She took a long walk through the fog, the path leading her to the Hollow House.The house stood in silence, its wooden frame creaking with every gust of wind. As she stood before it, a chill crawled up her spine, but Claire pushed forward. She reached for the old iron doorknob, its surface cold and slick with moisture. The door groaned as she turned it, swinging open with a reluctant ease.Inside, the air was thick, as though the house itself was holding its breath. Dust hung in the air, untouched by time, whil