Echo of steps in the hall

The echoes of the footsteps echoed through the empty corridors of the old mansion, which had been unoccupied for years. Sophie had received an invitation to a mysterious evening in the old estate, which was considered haunted by many. Unimpressed by the stories surrounding the house, she was curious about what lay ahead of her. The large reception room was decorated with sumptuous yet dusty furniture, and the light of the setting sun cast long shadows on the walls. She quietly put one foot in front of the other, as if she were hunting for a long buried secret. The silence was only interrupted by the occasional creaking of the floorboards. One door at the end of the corridor in particular appealed to her; she could not escape the attraction. What was hidden behind it? She came closer, the anticipation pulsing in her heart as her hand came close to the cool, decorated door handle. As she grabbed him, she felt a shiver running down her spine. She suddenly heard footsteps behind her — fast, quiet and at the same time full of intensity. A familiar scent enveloped her, and when she turned around, it was as if time had frozen. The mysterious stranger stood right behind her, his eyes sparkled in the late light. Sophie felt the tingling of the electrifying air between them; the moment was charged with seductive usability. “Are you okay, Sophie? ” he muttered as the distance between them seemed to be dissolving. Her heart was beating faster. The world around her faded as she looked. A silent agreement floated in the room. Just as she was about to answer him, he leaned over to her and his lips flitted across her throat. The echo of footsteps echoed across the hall again, but this time it was her own heart drowning out all other noises. And then, at that moment, when the room seemed to them alone, the unexpected happened...