The hallway looked like every other hallway in the house, with the same number of candles casting flickering shadows on the walls. The paintings, too, seemed identical, their subjects' eyes appearing to follow Abigail as she walked. Even the carpet beneath her feet felt the same, its softness a stark contrast to the growing sense of unease in her chest.
As she walked, a chilling aura began to seep into her bones, like a cold draft on a winter's night. Abigail felt a shiver run down her spine, her heart beating faster with every step. Something about this hallway was off, something that made her skin crawl.
