an old house in the middle of the woods

The old mansion had been abandoned for decades, its grandeur and beauty slowly being consumed by the passing of time. The once-lush gardens were overgrown with weeds, the sound of crickets and the rustling of leaves the only signs of life.As I stepped inside, a chill ran down my spine. The air was thick with the scent of decay and rot. I had always been drawn to the supernatural and the occult, and this mansion was rumored to be one of the most haunted places in the country.I began to explore, my flashlight casting eerie shadows on the walls. Every step creaked beneath my feet, making me feel like I was being watched. I stumbled upon a room that seemed frozen in time. The furniture was still arranged, the beds still made. But it was the photographs on the walls that caught my attention.They were old, black and white pictures of a family. But there was something unsettling about them. The smiles seemed forced, the eyes seemed to follow me. I felt a presence behind me and spun around, but there was no one there