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Once, in a small town surrounded by dense, mysterious forests, there lived a girl named Clara. She was curious and brave, always ready for adventures. Every free moment she spent outdoors, exploring the surroundings, dreaming of making a great discovery one day. On a beautiful autumn day, when the trees had already begun to dress in gold and fiery orange colors, Clara decided to go on a hike in the woods, which had always drawn her attention.

Evening came, and the sun slowly began to set below the horizon. That night, the sky was painted in deep blues and purples, creating a magical atmosphere. Clara walked deeper into the woods, amazed by the beauty around her; she felt a sense of freedom, but soon she realized she was lost. The trees that had once seemed friendly now appeared menacing. Fear began to gnaw at her heart, but she resolutely continued forward, hoping to find a familiar way back.

Suddenly, she stumbled upon an old abandoned house that seemed lost in time. Its sagging roof and overgrown fence evoked both fear and curiosity. The house stood at the edge of a clearing, surrounded by unfriendly dark trees. Despite her apprehensions, Clara felt that this place would provide her with shelter. Hesitating for a moment, she stepped inside.

As soon as Clara entered, she was enveloped by the smell of mold and neglect. Inside, it was dark and gloomy, with only a few beams of light breaking through the dirty windows, casting ghostly shadows. Each of her steps produced an almost inaudible creak. Her heart raced, and Clara felt a shiver run down her spine. She couldn’t help but feel excitement—she wanted to explore this mysterious house.

Clara started to look around. In one of the rooms, she saw an old piano, its keys darkened and covered in dust. On the walls hung yellowed photographs; the faces in the pictures seemed familiar, even though she had never seen those people. A soft whisper in the air made her stop. It seemed to her that someone had uttered her name—“Clara.” Looking around, she saw no one, and her resolve strengthened. She decided that it was just the wind howling in the old house.

Climbing up the creaky stairs, she delved deeper into her thoughts about how fortunate she was to have taken this path. But when she reached the upstairs, a strange feeling of unease washed over her. At the end of the corridor was a door she had never noticed before. Sounds came from behind it—the whispers that grew louder with each step she took until they became unbearable. Clara felt her heart stop with fear, but at the same time, she was drawn to the mystery that awaited her behind the door.

She slowly opened it. Beyond the door stretched a room full of ancient things and dust, but in the center stood a figure of a woman dressed in a long white dress, gazing into the distance with an expression of sadness on her face. Clara felt her heart race with fear and empathy. The woman seemed trapped between worlds. Clara wanted to approach her, but suddenly a shadow in the corner of the room stirred, and she sensed a chilling breath on her back.

Unable to flee in panic, Clara began to think about what to do. Suddenly, the woman turned her head towards her, and her eyes became black as pitch. “Help us…” she whispered. This cry jolted Clara from her state of light trance. All the shadows in the room began to thicken, as if they had come to life and were reaching for her, absorbing the light. With a flip of her heart, Clara bolted towards the door, but another shadow blocked her path. “Stay with us!” it shouted, and from that moment on, Clara realized that time in this house was moving entirely differently.