Laughter

A wind howled through the cracked windows of the old house, carrying whispers from the past. Sarah stepped inside, drawn by something she couldn't name. Shadows twisted along the walls as if alive, watching her. A child's laughter echoed from the darkness. Her heart raced.

"Who is there?" she called, her voice trembling.

The laughter stopped.

Suddenly, small, cold hands gripped her legs. She looked down, but nothing was there. Panic surged as a soft voice whispered in her ear, "You should never have come back."

The door slammed shut behind her, sealing her in with the house’s hungry secrets.