It was then that my mother's expression changed. She looked at us with a mix of

It was then that my mother's expression changed. She looked at us with a mix of fear and realization. "Wait a minute," she said, her voice trembling. "I remember something. When I was a teenager, my friends and I used to dare each other to knock on the door of that house. One day, I decided to take the dare... and I saw something that made me run away screaming." Emily and I exchanged a knowing glance. "What did you see, Mom?" I asked, my heart racing. My mother hesitated, as if unsure whether to reveal the truth. "I saw a shadowy figure in the window. And I heard a whisper... 'Get out while you still can.' I never went back to that house again." Emily and I looked at each other, shocked. "That's what I heard too," I said. My mother's eyes widened in horror. "Oh my god, I thought it was just my imagination. But if you both heard it too... then it's real." In that moment, my mother finally believed us. She realized that the house was indeed haunted, and that we were in grave danger. "We need to get out of here," she said, her voice firm. "We need to leave this town and never come back." But it was too late. As we turned to leave the hospital room, we saw it. The dark presence. Standing in the doorway, watching us. (To be continued) Let me know if you'd like me to keep going!