The wind blustered and knocked at the door at night, jolting me out of slumber. The curtains parted to reveal the window across my room bathed in the soft glow of a lantern. An ashen, gaunt face with bloodshot eyes peered deep into mine for a moment, before the raging wind snuffed out the lamp.
But the most unsettling thing is that the house in question has been deserted for a few years now.
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