The Dark House on the Hill
The small town of Ravenswood was never the same after the arrival of the stranger. He was a tall, gaunt figure with sunken eyes and a twisted smile. The locals avoided him, sensing something was off about him.

One stormy night, the stranger arrived at the old, abandoned house on the hill. The house had been vacant for decades, its grandeur and beauty slowly being consumed by the passing of time.

As the stranger entered the house, the doors creaked shut behind him, and the wind howled like a beast. The locals heard strange noises coming from the house, but they didn't dare to investigate.

The next morning, the police received a call from the local gas station. The attendant reported that the stranger had come in, pale and shaken, and asked for a ride to the nearest town.

As the police searched the house, they found something terrifying. On the walls, in blood, was scrawled a single phrase: "They were waiting for me."

But it was what they found in the basement that would haunt them forever. A series of cryptic symbols, etched into the walls, seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy.

The locals whispered of an ancient evil, one that had been awakened by the stranger's presence. Some said he had unleashed a horror beyond human comprehension.

The stranger was never seen again, but the legend of the dark house on the hill lived on. People would dare each other to approach the house, but none would ever enter.

One stormy night, a group of brave teenagers decided to explore the house. They laughed and joked as they entered, but their screams were heard for miles.

The next morning, the police found the teenagers' car, abandoned and covered in dust. They searched the house, but there was no sign of the group.

The dark house on the hill remained standing, a testament to the horror that lurked within its walls. And some say that on stormy nights, you can still hear the screams of those who dared to enter.
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