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MidReal Story
The Cursed Mansion
Scenario:在一个偏远的小镇上，有一个传说警告人们关于一座被诅咒的豪宅。据说那些进入过的人再也没有回来过。一个晚上，一群朋友冒险进入了这座豪宅，却被恐惧感所笼罩。这座曾经宏伟的建筑如今已是一片破败。在里面，他们被腐朽的气味和诡异的低语声淹没。
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Ava Martinez
skeptical, and determined. Despite the ominous warnings, she ventures into the mansion with her friends, seeking thrills and answers. As they explore, she becomes increasingly unsettled by the eerie atmosphere and strange occurrences. Her skepticism turns to fear as she realizes the mansion's dark history may be more than just legend.
Cameron Hayes
rational, and supportive. He tries to balance Landon's recklessness with Evelyn's caution while encouraging Ava to confront her fears in exploring the mansion. As tensions rise during their exploration, Cameron attempts to keep everyone focused on finding a way out safely while dealing with their growing unease.
Evelyn Pierce
intuitive, and protective. She warns her friends about entering the cursed mansion due to local legends about its dangers. Her concerns are dismissed by others but prove prophetic as they encounter unsettling events inside. Evelyn's instincts are proven correct when they experience inexplicable occurrences that validate her fears about the mansion's dark history.
There was a legend in town that told the story of a mansion so sinister and evil that anyone who went in never came out alive.
It was said that if you looked in the window at night, you could see the ghosts of all those people dancing and eating in the huge dining room.
They would be wearing tuxedos and beautiful gowns, looking very much alive and happy, but then your car lights would flicker out and when you turned them back on, the people would all be gone.
The mansion sat on top of a hill outside of town, at the end of a mile-long driveway that was paved with cracked and broken asphalt.
The trees surrounding it had grown wild and tall, bending in toward the house as if they were trying to keep it a secret.
Everyone in town knew about the mansion and the legend, and they all stayed away.
At least most of us did.
I always thought that it was stupid to think that just because people went into a house, they never came out again.
I sat on the couch in my living room, watching as Mason fidgeted with his camera equipment.
Cameron and Evelyn were arguing about the risks of going into the mansion, but I knew that we were all going to do it.
Landon was sprawled out on my couch, tossing a flashlight between his hands and grinning at me with that mischievous look that I knew so well.
I spread out the local newspaper clippings I had gathered onto my coffee table.
They were all from the same time period, back when the mansion was still occupied by its owners, and they told a story of a family who lived in luxury and splendor.
But there were some inconsistencies in the stories.
Some said that the family died in a fire, while others said that they simply disappeared one day. "I think we should go in through the servant's entrance," I said, looking up at my friends.
"I saw it when we drove by today. It's around back and it looks like it hasn't been used in years."
Evelyn shook her head, clutching her crystal necklace tightly in her hand.
"I don't know if this is such a good idea," she said.
"But..."
She trailed off, her eyes flicking to Mason's camera as he clicked off a few shots of our planning session.
The sun was setting outside my windows, casting long shadows across my floor.
"Here's how we'll do it," I said.
"We'll all meet at the bottom of the hill at midnight. We'll drive separately so that no one knows we're together. We'll go in through the servant's entrance and then split up to search for clues." "Sounds like a plan," Landon said, tossing his flashlight into the air and catching it with a grin.
I pulled five identical black backpacks out of my closet and handed them around to each of us.
I had packed them all with supplies: flashlights, cameras, notebooks and pens, snacks and water bottles.
As the clock ticked towards midnight, we all knew there was no turning back.
I double-checked the contents of each backpack under my desk lamp.
Flashlights, water bottles, first aid supplies, walkie-talkies.
My hands paused on Landon's pack as I remembered how he had insisted on sitting next to me while we reviewed the mansion's layout on a map.
11:30 PM.
I zipped up my jacket and grabbed my car keys.
I sent a group text to confirm our meeting spot and then stood at my bedroom window, looking out at the dark shape of the mansion against the starless sky.
Its broken windows looked like hollow eyes staring down at our town.
My phone buzzed with responses - everyone was still in.
I walked out to my car, a beat-up old Honda Civic that had been passed down through my family.
I drove slowly out of town, the only car on the road at this hour.
I turned off my headlights when I reached the bottom of the hill and parked behind a row of overgrown hedges.
The others were already there, their cars lined up in front of mine.
Mason was fiddling with his camera equipment, Evelyn was hugging herself against the autumn chill, Cameron was checking his phone's signal, and Landon was pacing back and forth in front of his car.
We all gathered in a tight circle, our breath visible in the cold air.
I handed out the backpacks and demonstrated how to use the walkie-talkies.
Then we started up the winding path that led to the mansion, gravel crunching beneath our feet.
Landon fell into step beside me as we walked.
"Do you really think we'll find anything in there?" he asked, his voice low but tinged with excitement.
"I don't know," I admitted, glancing at the looming silhouette of the mansion.
"But if there's even a chance to uncover what happened to that family, it's worth it."