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A haunted, decrepit mansion sits on a fog-covered hill under a blood-red full moon. Twisted, leafless trees reach up like skeletal hands, while thick, rolling mist curls around the gravestones of an overgrown cemetery. Ghostly apparitions float near the ground, their pale faces twisted in agony, with tattered clothing drifting in the cold night air. Flickering, jack-o’-lanterns line a path leading to the mansion, their carved faces glowing ominously. In the distance, a dark, shadowy figure stands in the mansion’s doorway, barely visible but radiating an eerie, malevolent presence