"Whispers of The Forgotten: The Haunting of the Decrepit Manor"
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In a remote, forgotten part of the town, stood a horrifying epitome of time's ruthless ravage: a decrepit, old house. Its sagging silhouette, in stark contrast to the elegant manor it once was, etched a dreadful impression on the tenebrous horizon. The fragility of the brittle wooden structure, adorned with faded hues of yet another era, whispered tales of forgotten inhabitants and echoing despair; it had long surrendered to the relentless onslaught of time and nature. Its windows, shattered and vindictive, glared back at any passerby brave enough to venture this close, while through their gaping holes, an ominous draft of wind carried tales of agonizing screams and whispered lullabies. The dilapidated front door, weather-beaten and bereft of warmth, wore an unsettling grimace of teeth-like splinters. Behind this cursed threshold, waited an insidious darkness; a void filled with chilling silence and the unnerving creaks of a past life, where every lurking shadow promised a nightmare, and every stifled echo croaked a haunting lullaby. Above the house, an eerie pallor hung, and the ghosts of the yesteryears, trapped in its timeworn walls, danced a never-ending waltz of insanity.
This story was generated by user Coolguy420 with assistance by one of OpenAIās large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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AI Prompts
Prompt: A single paragraph describing an old house. (Minimum of six sentences, more can be added) (Requires one sentence with a comma or commas, one sentence that uses a semicolon, and another sentence that uses a colon, CORRECTLY USED)
Response: In a remote, forgotten part of the town, stood a horrifying epitome of time's ruthless ravage: a decrepit, old house. Its sagging silhouette, in stark contrast to the elegant manor it once was, etched a dreadful impression on the tenebrous horizon. The fragility of the brittle wooden structure, adorned with faded hues of yet another era, whispered tales of forgotten inhabitants and echoing despair; it had long surrendered to the relentless onslaught of time and nature. Its windows, shattered and vindictive, glared back at any passerby brave enough to venture this close, while through their gaping holes, an ominous draft of wind carried tales of agonizing screams and whispered lullabies. The dilapidated front door, weather-beaten and bereft of warmth, wore an unsettling grimace of teeth-like splinters. Behind this cursed threshold, waited an insidious darkness; a void filled with chilling silence and the unnerving creaks of a past life, where every lurking shadow promised a nightmare, and every stifled echo croaked a haunting lullaby. Above the house, an eerie pallor hung, and the ghosts of the yesteryears, trapped in its timeworn walls, danced a never-ending waltz of insanity.
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