Smokey Skull in Antique Vanity
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In the southern overgrown woods stands a dilapidated old house. As you approach, a severe sense of terror grips you, like icy fingers wrapping around your spine. You hesitate, but curiosity drives you forward. You step onto the creaky floorboards of the porch, each groan of the wood echoing like a warning. You push open the door, which is covered in thick, twisting ivy.