"This is creepy," Sophie admitted.
"It's just an old building," Ethan said with a grin. "Nothing to worry about."
Inside, dust covered the furniture, but the large living room still had enough space for everyone. They unpacked snacks, placed a small speaker on an old table, and started playing music.
For a while, everything felt normal.
They laughed, took photos, and joked about the strange decorations left behind by whoever had lived there years ago.
As evening turned into night, the atmosphere slowly changed.
The music suddenly felt quieter.
The air became colder.
Sophie rubbed her arms.
"Did anyone else feel that?"
Jake looked around.
"Feel what?"
"A cold breeze."
"There aren't even any open windows," Mia said.
Nobody answered.
Then came a long, slow creak.
Every head turned toward the hallway.
An old wooden door slowly opened by itself.
The room fell silent.
Ethan forced a nervous smile.
"Old houses do that... right?"
Nobody looked convinced.
Jake grabbed a flashlight from his backpack.
"I'll check."