I walked down the overgrown path, tripping over a loose stone in the darkness. The old house was grey with broken bricks and ugly stone gargoyles. As I pushed open the heavy stone door I heard a deep voice say, "When the clock strikes 12...beware!". Something slithered down my spine and I froze. The clock turned 12.
I ran on but kept finding my way back to the same door, the wind was whistling outside. I wondered what was behind the door. Suddenly it opened and I was dragged inside, It had caught me.
I never saw daylight again...
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