The old house stood on a hill overlooking the town.
Its windows were dark and empty, like sightless eyes.
Wind whispered through the broken panes.
Locals said it was haunted.
Nobody had lived there for fifty years.

Rain began to fall, a gentle drizzle at first, then a downpour.
It drummed against the decaying roof shingles.
A lone figure approached the gate.
Cloaked and hooded, their face was hidden.
They pushed the rusty gate open with a creak.

Inside, dust lay thick on everything.
Cobwebs draped the furniture like ancient shrouds.
The air was cold and still.
Footsteps echoed eerily in the main hall.
A faint light flickered from upstairs.

The figure climbed the grand, creaking staircase.
Each step groaned under their weight.
They reached the landing and paused.
The light came from a room at the end of the hall.
A soft humming sound accompanied the light.

Pushing the door open, the figure entered.
The room was surprisingly clean.
A strange device pulsed with eerie green light in the center.
It hummed with a low, resonant frequency.
The figure reached out a hand towards it.