a house with a porch lit up at night

The old house stood at the end of the street, a looming shadow against the twilight sky. Its windows, dark and vacant, seemed to peer into the souls of passersby. Legend had it that the house was haunted, the spirit of a woman trapped within its walls, forever mourning the loss of her child. One stormy night, a group of teenagers, fueled by youthful bravado, dared to explore the abandoned house. As they crept through the creaking halls, a chilling wind whistled through the broken windows, sending shivers down their spines. The air grew thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder. Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream echoed through the house, followed by a series of frantic footsteps. The teenagers, their hearts pounding with fear, rushed towards the source of the noise. In a dimly lit room, they found a rocking chair, gently swaying back and forth, as if occupied by an invisible presence. A chilling draft swept through the room, extinguishing the flickering candle. In the darknes