Hell House 2 [new] Direct

"Look at me!" Jenna grabbed his face. "My brother didn't die in here. He died because he was scared for the rest of his life. We have to stop being victims."

Suddenly, the temperature plummeted. Their breath misted in the air. The heavy flashlight on the table slowly rotated, its beam sliding across the walls until it pointed directly at the second-floor landing.

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"We aren't afraid anymore."

Click.

The hallway was empty.

"That’s not the entity," Jenna whispered, eyes wide. "That sounded like... a warning." "Look at me

"Wind?" Jenna asked, her voice trembling.

The Blackwood Hotel. A looming Victorian monstrosity that seemed to drink the light. It hadn't aged a day in thirty years. The wood was dark, almost black, and the windows were like cataracts, milky and blind. We have to stop being victims

A spark ignited the air.

Then, the sound of running footsteps. Not from the figure, but from behind them. Dozens of feet, sprinting down the stairs.