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An autumn night; the wind blows, the trees try to resist and the rain falls. I walk down the winding path leading to a dark, abandoned old house. I am intrigued and guided by a strident sound.

And with a kick I open the doors of the mansion. I enter a large hall with many windows broken by the wind and the storm, the chandeliers covered with cobwebs tremble. The room is cold, only the sound of screams breaks the silence.

I accelerate and run up the stairs at top speed. One by one the marble steps crumble in my path. The further I go, the louder and more terrifying the screams become. These are not laughter but children's cries!

Ahead of me is a large, dark hallway. There are many portraits of old people with blood on them. I'm terrified, I look to the right but I can't find the baby. Suddenly all the eyes of the portraits turn to the left.

I only had time to recognize the werewolf before I was petrified. In turn, I had my bloodied portrait in the hallway.

I turn around anxiously and see red eyes in the dark. The carpet is soaked in blood, but the screams have stopped. I see a big, muscular beast with black hair shining in the night coming fiercely at me.

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An autumn night; the wind blows, the trees try to resist and the rain falls. I walk down the winding path leading to a dark, abandoned old house. I am intrigued and guided by a strident sound.

And with a kick I open the doors of the mansion. I enter a large hall with many windows broken by the wind and the storm, the chandeliers covered with cobwebs tremble. The room is cold, only the sound of screams breaks the silence.

I accelerate and run up the stairs at top speed. One by one the marble steps crumble in my path. The further I go, the louder and more terrifying the screams become. These are not laughter but children's cries!

Ahead of me is a large, dark hallway. There are many portraits of old people with blood on them. I'm terrified, I look to the right but I can't find the baby. Suddenly all the eyes of the portraits turn to the left.

I only had time to recognize the werewolf before I was petrified. In turn, I had my bloodied portrait in the hallway.

I turn around anxiously and see red eyes in the dark. The carpet is soaked in blood, but the screams have stopped. I see a big, muscular beast with black hair shining in the night coming fiercely at me.

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An autumn night; the wind blows, the trees try to resist and the rain falls. I walk down the winding path leading to a dark, abandoned old house. I am intrigued and guided by a strident sound.

And with a kick I open the doors of the mansion. I enter a large hall with many windows broken by the wind and the storm, the chandeliers covered with cobwebs tremble. The room is cold, only the sound of screams breaks the silence.

I accelerate and run up the stairs at top speed. One by one the marble steps crumble in my path. The further I go, the louder and more terrifying the screams become. These are not laughter but children's cries!

Ahead of me is a large, dark hallway. There are many portraits of old people with blood on them. I'm terrified, I look to the right but I can't find the baby. Suddenly all the eyes of the portraits turn to the left.

I only had time to recognize the werewolf before I was petrified. In turn, I had my bloodied portrait in the hallway.

I turn around anxiously and see red eyes in the dark. The carpet is soaked in blood, but the screams have stopped. I see a big, muscular beast with black hair shining in the night coming fiercely at me.

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An autumn night; the wind blows, the trees try to resist and the rain falls. I walk down the winding path leading to a dark, abandoned old house. I am intrigued and guided by a strident sound.

And with a kick I open the doors of the mansion. I enter a large hall with many windows broken by the wind and the storm, the chandeliers covered with cobwebs tremble. The room is cold, only the sound of screams breaks the silence.

I accelerate and run up the stairs at top speed. One by one the marble steps crumble in my path. The further I go, the louder and more terrifying the screams become. These are not laughter but children's cries!

Ahead of me is a large, dark hallway. There are many portraits of old people with blood on them. I'm terrified, I look to the right but I can't find the baby. Suddenly all the eyes of the portraits turn to the left.

I only had time to recognize the werewolf before I was petrified. In turn, I had my bloodied portrait in the hallway.

I turn around anxiously and see red eyes in the dark. The carpet is soaked in blood, but the screams have stopped. I see a big, muscular beast with black hair shining in the night coming fiercely at me.

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An autumn night; the wind blows, the trees try to resist and the rain falls. I walk down the winding path leading to a dark, abandoned old house. I am intrigued and guided by a strident sound.

And with a kick I open the doors of the mansion. I enter a large hall with many windows broken by the wind and the storm, the chandeliers covered with cobwebs tremble. The room is cold, only the sound of screams breaks the silence.

I accelerate and run up the stairs at top speed. One by one the marble steps crumble in my path. The further I go, the louder and more terrifying the screams become. These are not laughter but children's cries!

Ahead of me is a large, dark hallway. There are many portraits of old people with blood on them. I'm terrified, I look to the right but I can't find the baby. Suddenly all the eyes of the portraits turn to the left.

I only had time to recognize the werewolf before I was petrified. In turn, I had my bloodied portrait in the hallway.

I turn around anxiously and see red eyes in the dark. The carpet is soaked in blood, but the screams have stopped. I see a big, muscular beast with black hair shining in the night coming fiercely at me.

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An autumn night; the wind blows, the trees try to resist and the rain falls. I walk down the winding path leading to a dark, abandoned old house. I am intrigued and guided by a strident sound.

And with a kick I open the doors of the mansion. I enter a large hall with many windows broken by the wind and the storm, the chandeliers covered with cobwebs tremble. The room is cold, only the sound of screams breaks the silence.

I accelerate and run up the stairs at top speed. One by one the marble steps crumble in my path. The further I go, the louder and more terrifying the screams become. These are not laughter but children's cries!

Ahead of me is a large, dark hallway. There are many portraits of old people with blood on them. I'm terrified, I look to the right but I can't find the baby. Suddenly all the eyes of the portraits turn to the left.

I only had time to recognize the werewolf before I was petrified. In turn, I had my bloodied portrait in the hallway.

I turn around anxiously and see red eyes in the dark. The carpet is soaked in blood, but the screams have stopped. I see a big, muscular beast with black hair shining in the night coming fiercely at me.

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An autumn night; the wind blows, the trees try to resist and the rain falls. I walk down the winding path leading to a dark, abandoned old house. I am intrigued and guided by a strident sound.

And with a kick I open the doors of the mansion. I enter a large hall with many windows broken by the wind and the storm, the chandeliers covered with cobwebs tremble. The room is cold, only the sound of screams breaks the silence.

I accelerate and run up the stairs at top speed. One by one the marble steps crumble in my path. The further I go, the louder and more terrifying the screams become. These are not laughter but children's cries!

Ahead of me is a large, dark hallway. There are many portraits of old people with blood on them. I'm terrified, I look to the right but I can't find the baby. Suddenly all the eyes of the portraits turn to the left.

I only had time to recognize the werewolf before I was petrified. In turn, I had my bloodied portrait in the hallway.

I turn around anxiously and see red eyes in the dark. The carpet is soaked in blood, but the screams have stopped. I see a big, muscular beast with black hair shining in the night coming fiercely at me.

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An autumn night; the wind blows, the trees try to resist and the rain falls. I walk down the winding path leading to a dark, abandoned old house. I am intrigued and guided by a strident sound.

And with a kick I open the doors of the mansion. I enter a large hall with many windows broken by the wind and the storm, the chandeliers covered with cobwebs tremble. The room is cold, only the sound of screams breaks the silence.

I accelerate and run up the stairs at top speed. One by one the marble steps crumble in my path. The further I go, the louder and more terrifying the screams become. These are not laughter but children's cries!

Ahead of me is a large, dark hallway. There are many portraits of old people with blood on them. I'm terrified, I look to the right but I can't find the baby. Suddenly all the eyes of the portraits turn to the left.

I only had time to recognize the werewolf before I was petrified. In turn, I had my bloodied portrait in the hallway.

I turn around anxiously and see red eyes in the dark. The carpet is soaked in blood, but the screams have stopped. I see a big, muscular beast with black hair shining in the night coming fiercely at me.

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  • An autumn night; the wind blows, the trees try to resist and the rain falls. I walk down the winding path leading to a dark, abandoned old house. I am intrigued and guided by a strident sound.
  • And with a kick I open the doors of the mansion. I enter a large hall with many windows broken by the wind and the storm, the chandeliers covered with cobwebs tremble. The room is cold, only the sound of screams breaks the silence.
  • I accelerate and run up the stairs at top speed. One by one the marble steps crumble in my path. The further I go, the louder and more terrifying the screams become. These are not laughter but children's cries!
  • Ahead of me is a large, dark hallway. There are many portraits of old people with blood on them. I'm terrified, I look to the right but I can't find the baby. Suddenly all the eyes of the portraits turn to the left.
  • I turn around anxiously and see red eyes in the dark. The carpet is soaked in blood, but the screams have stopped. I see a big, muscular beast with black hair shining in the night coming fiercely at me.
  • I only had time to recognize the werewolf before I was petrified. In turn, I had my bloodied portrait in the hallway.
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