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They ignored the warnings about the strange house with the three windows forming a triangle. That first night, she perceived an ominous geometry reflected among the pines.
The next day, rhythmic tapping echoed in the chimney, like an ominous call. He found only scattered ashes.
On the third night, spectral figures materialized among the trees, staring at them before dissipating. Traces of intruders were marked in the dust of their bedroom.
The next morning, when they tried to flee, the trail seemed to lengthen infinitely, holding the couple against their will.
That fateful night, the triangular windows no longer reflected the interior. Instead, they showed the gloomy forest and the lurking shadows standing among the grove.
They understood too late the evil power emanating from that geometric construction. The legends were true: something ancient awakened had been calling them.
No one had seen them since that night. Only the gray house with its triangular windows remained, patiently waiting for its next victims to come to the somber call of its corners.