a house in the middle of a foggy night

**The Hollow House**In a small, forgotten village nestled in a dark, endless forest, there stood a house known to the locals as the Hollow House. Its walls were cracked, and the windows were blacked out with layers of old dust and dirt. No one ever went near it, except for the occasional brave soul who dared to challenge the rumors. Eleanor, new to the village and tired of its mundane whispers, decided one autumn evening to unravel the mystery for herself. As the sun dipped below the horizon, she stood before the iron gate, its hinges creaking in the wind as if beckoning her inside. The house loomed before her, tall and unnervingly silent. With a deep breath, Eleanor pushed open the gate, her footsteps crunching the gravel path as she made her way to the front door. It was slightly ajar, as if waiting for her. She hesitated, but curiosity won over, and she stepped inside.The air was thick with dust, the smell of mildew hanging in the air. The floorboards creaked beneath her, groaning as though the house itsel