There is a woman sitting on the floor in a black dress

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In the heart of a moonless 1600s night
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a bedroom lay cloaked in darkness
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untouched by the feeble light of the flickering candle at its center
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The air within was frigid and laden with an unnatural fog that crept through the timeworn walls
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The room's only occupants were dusty memories and an ancient four-poster bed
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its canopy veiled in tattered curtains swaying eerily in a chilling breeze that had no earthly origin
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Amidst the oppressive silence
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the bedroom became a portal to a nightmarish realm
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as if the very fabric of reality had torn asunder
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Tombstones
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their stone surfaces marred by the merciless passage of time
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loomed just beyond the window
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They stood like mournful sentinels in the cemetery that stretched into the abyss beyond the room
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And then
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as if conjured by some malevolent sorcery
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she materialized
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Her presence was the embodiment of fear itself
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An emaciated figure
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skeletal and wretched
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hovered above the ground with an unholy grace
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She wore a tattered black dress
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a relic from a long-forgotten era
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its fabric in tatters and its hem dragging along the cold floor
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Her long
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straight hair
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jet black and matted with filth
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hung like a curtain of dread
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partially obscuring her blood-red eyes
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Those eyes
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windows to a realm of unspeakable horror
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emitted an evil
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otherworldly glow
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They pierced the very soul of anyone who dared to lay eyes upon them
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an abyss of malevolence that threatened to consume all reason and sanity
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They held the ancient secrets of torment and suffering
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a knowledge that transcended mortal understanding
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As she hovered there
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her twisted form radiated a palpable sense of terror and dread
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The very air around her seemed to wither and decay
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as though her presence was an affront to the natural world
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A stench of rot and decay wafted through the room
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a sickly aroma that clung to the senses like a curse
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Anyone who beheld her
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whether by chance or folly
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was instantly overwhelmed by a primal
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gut-wrenching fear
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