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The floor creaked as Liz walked down the stairs of the old abandoned house. Old, yellowing pictures of people long forgotten lined the wall of the stairs that led down to the basement. When Liz reached the bottom of the stairs, she had the feeling that she wasn’t alone. Cracks in the decaying boards covering the empty holes where windows once stood, were allowing patches of milky moon light to cast shadows across the room.
Liz switched on her flashlight and cautiously walked into the vast room that made up a large portion of the house’s basement. A layer of dust covered everything that Liz could see. She searched the room and found nothing of worth, so she continued deeper into the basement.
As Liz crept down the hallway, she heard a door creak from behind her. Liz whirled around, her heart pounding in her chest, and saw nothing. Ok, Liz thought. That was just the wind coming in through the windows. Liz waited until her heart had slowed down to a normal pace, to continue walking down the hallway.
When Liz reached the next door that led off of the hallway, she turned to grab the doorknob and open the door. As Liz was reaching for the knob, she felt a cold chill on the back of her neck. Liz froze, with her hand halfway reached out, and slowly turned around. A long, dark shadow, in the shape of a man, was stretched along the length of the hallway. Liz squeezed her eyes closed and told herself that she was seeing things, that she was alone down there, that no one else was in the house but her.
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