As the sun set over the small town of Millfield, a thick fog descended upon the streets, casting an eerie glow over the buildings and trees. It was the kind of night that sent shivers down your spine, and for good reason.

Deep in the heart of Millfield stood an old abandoned mansion, once the home of the wealthy and powerful Carter family. Legend had it that the Carters had made a deal with the devil, selling their souls for unimaginable wealth and power. But the devil had a price, and the Carters soon discovered that their wealth came at a terrible cost.

As the fog thickened and the night grew darker, a group of teenagers dared each other to explore the abandoned Carter mansion. They knew the rumors about the family and the stories of hauntings and curses that surrounded the property, but they were determined to prove their bravery.

The group made their way through the overgrown gardens and broken gates, finally arriving at the front door of the mansion. As they pushed open the heavy wooden door, a cold wind rushed past them, causing the candles in their hands to flicker and dance.

They stepped into the grand entrance hall, and the door slammed shut behind them with a deafening boom. Suddenly, they heard footsteps echoing down the hallway, growing louder and louder with each passing second.

Panic set in as the teenagers realized they were not alone. Something was coming for them, something that should not be there. They tried to run, but the doors and windows were sealed tight, trapping them inside.

As they huddled together, praying for the nightmare to end, they heard a low, menacing laugh. It was the sound of the devil himself, come to collect his due.

The group screamed as a figure emerged from the shadows, its eyes glowing red with evil intent. The devil had come to claim their souls, just as he had claimed the Carters before them.

The night was long, and the horror they experienced was beyond words. In the morning, the mansion was empty, and the teenagers were never seen again. Some say that their souls are trapped inside the Carter mansion, doomed to suffer for all eternity.

And so the legend of the Carter mansion lives on, a warning to those foolish enough to dare enter its haunted halls.

/Story - 2

It was a dark and stormy night, the wind howled outside as Sarah sat alone in her old Victorian house. She had just moved in and was still getting used to the creaks and groans the house made, but tonight was different. The air was thick with a sense of dread and the shadows seemed to move on their own.

As she sat in the living room, Sarah heard a strange noise coming from the basement. It sounded like scratching, as if something was trying to claw its way up the stairs. She tried to ignore it, chalking it up to her imagination, but the noise only grew louder.

Eventually, curiosity got the best of her and she ventured down to the basement to investigate. The stairs creaked under her feet as she made her way down, the scratching growing more frantic with each step. When she reached the bottom, she could see nothing but darkness.

As she fumbled for the light switch, Sarah felt a cold breeze brush past her. When the lights flickered on, she saw something that made her blood run cold. A figure stood in front of her, its skin a sickly gray and its eyes empty and soulless.

Before she could react, the figure lunged at her, its sharp claws slicing through the air. Sarah ran back up the stairs, but she could feel its breath on her neck as she fled. As she burst out into the living room, she realized that the figure was not alone. More of them had emerged from the darkness, their twisted forms filling the room.

Sarah was trapped, the only exit blocked by the creatures. As they closed in on her, she could feel their icy breath on her skin. She knew she was going to die, but as she closed her eyes, she heard a strange noise.

It was the sound of her front door opening. Through the darkness, she saw a figure step inside, a shotgun in his hand. He began to fire at the creatures, his shots ringing out like thunder in the night. In a matter of seconds, the creatures were gone, the house once again silent.

The figure turned to Sarah, his face hidden by the shadows. "Are you alright?" he asked.

She nodded, too stunned to speak.

"Good," he said, "because they'll be back."