—NECESITO HACER EL AMOR, NO TE MUEVAS —susurró el millonario a su criada. Lo que sucedió después es impactante.-OO

“Don’t go near it,” the older folks would say to the children, their eyes wide with an unspoken fear. “The Hamiltons were cursed.”

No one knew what had happened that fateful night, but the town had never been the same since.

And yet, one evening, a young man named Nathaniel Sinclair stood in front of that very house. He was new to town, having recently inherited his uncle’s estate after his untimely passing. He had heard the stories, of course, but as a skeptic and a man of reason, Nathaniel dismissed them. Ghosts and curses were the stuff of children’s tales. But when he saw the house from a distance, something stirred in him—an undeniable curiosity, a thirst for the unknown.

Nathaniel had heard the local gossip about the old house—the rumors of a hidden treasure, secret rooms, and the Hamiltons’ peculiar habits. The mansion, once the center of the town’s elite society, had now become a relic, a forgotten monument to the past. It wasn’t the house itself that intrigued him so much as the mystery surrounding it. What had really happened to the Hamilton family?

One late afternoon, unable to resist the pull any longer, Nathaniel decided to enter.

The heavy wooden door creaked as he pushed it open, the musty air inside immediately wrapping around him like an embrace from the past. Dust particles danced in the light filtering through the broken windows. The furniture, once regal and opulent, was now covered in sheets, as if the family had merely stepped out for a moment and would return at any time. But Nathaniel knew better. The place had been empty for years.

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