Tania Kitchin's Haunted contest October 15, 2024
On the outskirts of town there's a house on Brooding Hill that leaves those who pass by with shivers and a chill. It's rumored that murders have taken place in the home since it's been haunted by ghosts and ghouls who roam. It's surrounded by a forest where shadows take to flight and whispers echo upon the wind on a full moon night. Red eyes stare out of windows from skeletons that talk and no one ever dares to go near that house after dark. Crows perch on moss draped limbs of trees, long dead. Their caws summon the master goblin lesser demons dread. The stench of death lingers near when screams are heard begging help from graves where bodies have been interred. That macabre haunted house is not a place I will ever enter. Gossip around town is that it's soon to have another renter, but it won't take long before they will feel the terror and fear when in the house on Brooding hill, hobgoblins will appear.
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