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The old farmhouse stood at the bend of a lonely country road, nestled between rolling hills and tangled woods. It was the kind of place where time unraveled slowly, where shadows stretched long in the golden dusk. When Mark and Elise arrived, eager to escape the city’s clamor, they laughed at the creaking floors and whispered legends of lost travelers. But as the first night fell, the silence deepened, the wind carried voices not their own, and they realized—this was where all good horror movies start.
