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In a dilapidated house, lost amidst a dense forest, an old witch once lived. It was said that she lured travelers into her domain, promising help, and in return took their souls. The house has long been abandoned, but the curse remained — every midnight, whispers could be heard inside, and the steps were covered with a strange dust, as if someone invisible had been walking on them.

Two friends, captivated by the idea of staging a mystical photo shoot, decided to take the photos here. They wanted to convey a contrast: innocence and darkness, light and gloom. One put on a white dress, like a bride, the other wore a black outfit and a hat, as if embodying the mistress of the house herself. They didn’t wear shoes: they wanted the looks to look more natural and the shots to be more dramatic.

At first, everything went well. The girls laughed and posed among the cobwebs, unaware of how the dust settled on their bare feet, seeping into their skin and turning their soles dark, as if they had walked hundreds of miles along abandoned paths. But the longer they stayed in the house, the harder it became to breathe. The air grew thicker, filled with the smell of dampness and something rotten.

When the sun disappeared behind the forest, the shadows in the corner began to stir. The web, which had previously seemed like just a prop, now seemed to have a life of its own — thin threads stretched toward the girls, wrapping around their ankles as if trying to hold them in place. The friends exchanged glances: in each other’s eyes, they saw fear.