On the outskirts of town, at the edge of a dense forest, there was a house. No one knew who lived inside or what they did for a living, but rumors had it that strange sounds and eerie lights were often seen coming from within its walls. People whispered that it was cursed and that those who dared to venture too close would never come back.
It was a dark and stormy night, the kind that made you want to stay inside with a good book and a warm blanket. But for Lily, it was just another night on the job. She had been working as a security guard at the old museum for months now, but she still couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right about the place. As she made her rounds through the dimly lit halls, she heard a sound coming from one of the exhibits. Her heart pounding in her chest, she cautiously approached - only to find that one of the artifacts had been moved.
