Upon the hill, a house stands tall, weathered walls, shrouded in winter's haze, smoke emanating, hinting at a haunting presence. A spectral sight, a ghostly delight, whispers of unseen spirits, lingering in shadows. Rumors swirl, a haunting spell, footsteps and creaking doors, a house alive, beckoning the curious. Through the mist, a warmth prevails, inviting all to uncover the truth, without fear. Come, brave soul, and explore the mysteries, for in winter's embrace, lies a wondrous tale.
