The Girl of an Old Mansion

Margaret stood outside the old mansion, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. She had received a letter from a lawyer informing her that she had inherited the property from a distant relative she had never even heard of. Margaret had always been curious about the mansion, as it had a reputation for being haunted and was the subject of many local legends. Now, she was the owner of the place.

As she approached the front door, Margaret couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine. The mansion was old and imposing, with ivy snaking up the walls and a front door that looked like it hadn't been opened in years. Margaret hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and pushing the door open.

The inside of the mansion was just as eerie as the outside. Thick dust covered every surface, and cobwebs hung from the ceilings. Margaret made her way through the dusty, dimly lit hallway, feeling like she was walking through a time capsule. The furniture was old and ornate, and Margaret couldn't help but wonder how long it had been since anyone had lived in the mansion.

As she explored the house, Margaret began to notice strange things. Doors that she had opened would be closed when she turned around, and she could hear strange noises coming from the walls. She tried to brush it off as her imagination, but the feeling of being watched never left her.