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The old, abandoned mansion was said to be cursed. Its previous occupants had all met with mysterious deaths, and the locals whispered of strange occurrences that had taken place within its walls.

One day, a group of friends decided to explore the mansion, determined to discover the truth behind the rumors. As they entered the dusty old mansion, they felt a chill run down their spines.

The walls were adorned with cobwebs, and the floorboards creaked with every step. They made their way through the dark, eerie rooms, their flashlights illuminating the way.

As they reached the end of the hall, they saw a portrait hanging on the wall. It was a woman, her face twisted in a cruel, mocking smile.

Suddenly, they heard a faint laughter, coming from deep within the mansion. The laughter grew louder, and they realized that it was coming from the room at the end of the hall.

As they approached the door, the laughter grew louder still, and they could hear the sound of footsteps shuffling on the floor. They pushed open the door and were greeted by a sight that they would never forget.

The room was filled with shadowy figures, all dressed in black. They were dancing around a blazing fire, chanting in a language that the group didn't understand.

The group tried to run, but they were surrounded by the shadowy figures. They could feel their cold breath on their skin, and they could hear their whispers in their ears.

Suddenly, the room was plunged into darkness, and the group was left alone in the silence. They stumbled through the empty rooms, their hearts pounding with fear.

As they reached the front door, they saw the same woman from the portrait standing on the porch. Her face was twisted in a cruel, mocking smile, and she raised her arms.

The group ran for their lives, but they knew that the curse of the mansion would never let them go. They knew that they had stumbled upon something that they were never meant to see, and they knew that they would never forget the horror of that night.