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šÆļø The House at Blackwood Hill
Part 1: The Letter
No one had lived in the house on Blackwood Hill for twenty years.
At leastā¦ that's what everyone believed.
Sixteen-year-old Ethan Carter never cared about the stories. He didn't believe in ghosts, curses, or "haunted places." He believed in facts. And facts said abandoned houses were just empty buildings.
Until the letter arrived.
It came on a rainy Thursday afternoon. No return address. Just his name written in messy black ink.
Ethan Carter
Come back to Blackwood Hill.
It's waiting.
That was it.
No signature.
No explanation.
Ethan stared at the words. His stomach twisted slightly.
He had never been to Blackwood Hill.
At leastā¦ he didn't remember going there.
That night, he asked his mom about it.
Her face turned pale.
"You're not going there," she said immediately.
"Why? It's just an old house."
"It's not just a house."
She wouldn't say anything more.
That made Ethan want to go even more.
At midnight, unable to sleep, Ethan looked out his bedroom window.
And froze.
At the top of the distant hillāfar beyond the treesāhe saw a faint light flickering inside the abandoned house.
Someone was there.
Or something was.
Then his phone buzzed.
Unknown number.
A single message:
"You left something behind."
Ethan's heart pounded.
He hadn't been there before.
ā¦Had he?
As he stared at the glowing house on the hill, the light suddenly went out.
And in the dark windowā
He could swear he saw a shadow move.
Watching him.
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