The Haunting of Willowbrook Manor

The old Willowbrook Manor loomed like a skeletal giant against the stormy night sky. Its cracked pillars dripped with moss, and broken shutters banged like bony fists in the wind. Emma, a curious journalist, stepped inside to investigate the legend: anyone who entered during a full moon vanished.
The air smelled of damp rot and something colder. Her flashlight trembled over peeling wallpaper and portraits—faces with hollow eyes that seemed to track her. Upstairs, floorboards creaked as if someone walked beside her. A child’s cry echoed, faint but urgent, followed by the patter of tiny feet.

In a forgotten room, a doll lay in the corner, its glass eyes gleaming. As Emma reached for it, the door slammed. A shadow materialized—a girl in a tattered white dress, her face pale and tear-streaked. “Help me… they won’t let me leave,” she whispered, voice hollow. The room froze; the girl faded, leaving only sobs.
Emma ran, but the door opened to a 陌生 hallway—endless doors, each creaking open slightly. Behind her, the girl’s laughter rang out, high and mocking. The storm roared outside, drowning Emma’s screams. She was trapped, another soul lost in the manor’s cursed halls.