As it so happens, you chance upon the front door across the hall from where you stand. Most of the house is in the dark, but enough moonlight comes through the small window in the front door for you to depict what it is.
Despite all your reassuring silent pep talks to yourself, you can't shake the feeling that something is wrong with this place. Maybe it's the disturbing scene in the basement; maybe it's the fact that light seems to have trouble penetrating the dark that it this house. No, it's something deeper than that. Something more primal, a primordial evil that seems to penetrate every inch of this place. It doesn't help that everything is left to your imagination without the ability to confirm or deny any of it.
Finally, you decide that you can come back some other time. You can brag about how you entered on Halloween and cut out how short your trip was or how scared you felt. It wanted it to be Halloween to top everyone else's stories, but that now seemed like a bad idea.
You quickly cross the hall and make your way to the door, except when you get there, you find just a painting of a front door, a small window above the painting illuminates the painting giving it an eerie real like appearance. Your heart skips a beat. You could have sworn that there was a genuine front door here. But it was just a trick of the light, right? Front doors don't just vanish...
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