an old house in the middle of the woods

In a small, forgotten town nestled deep in the woods, there was an old, decrepit house with broken windows and a crooked roof. It was known to the townsfolk as The Hollow House, and it had a reputation for making anyone who dared to enter lose their way, never to return. No one dared go near it after dark, and even during the day, people avoided its path.But curiosity is a dangerous thing. One chilly October night, a young man named Mark decided he’d had enough of the rumors. He wanted proof, a photo, something he could show to his friends to debunk the “silly stories.” Armed with only a flashlight and his phone, he crept toward the house, ignoring the crunch of leaves beneath his boots and the biting cold that seemed to grow stronger with every step.As he reached the front door, he noticed it was slightly ajar. He pushed it open, and it creaked as if in warning. Inside, shadows danced on the walls, cast by the flickering beam of his flashlight. The air smelled damp and metallic, like rusted iron. The floorbo