石屋被濃霧與深谷包圍，附近村民多年來從不靠近。有人說，那裡在夜裡會傳出低沉怪聲，也有人聲稱曾看見黑影在窗後移動。當兩名旅人繼續探索這片荒野時，他們開始明白，這座屋子真正令人恐懼的，並不只是它的破敗外表。
Hidden among cliffs and endless fog, the stone house had long been feared by the people living far beyond the hills. Strange sounds were said to echo from its walls after sunset, and travelers whispered about dark figures staring from its windows. As the two men ventured deeper into the wilderness, they slowly realized the house carried a presence older and far more unsettling than abandonment itself.
中文
當夜色完全籠罩荒野後，石屋外的風聲變得更加低沉。濃霧像潮水般從裂谷深處緩緩湧出，逐漸吞沒周圍岩石與枯草。兩名旅人站在屋內昏暗長廊中，誰也沒有先開口。剛才樓上傳來的拖行聲仍停留在他們腦海裡，那聲音雖然短暫，卻足以讓整座屋子的氣氛徹底改變。他們終於明白，這棟古老石屋並不是普通廢墟。它像是在黑暗中靜靜等待著什麼。其中較年長的旅人提議先離開屋子，至少等到天亮後再繼續調查。然而就在兩人準備返回大門時，卻發現原本半開的木門不知何時已經完全關上。厚重門板像被某種力量死死壓住，即使兩人同時用力推動，也只是發出沉悶摩擦聲。寒意開始沿著背脊慢慢蔓延。他們只能重新點亮提燈，尋找其他出口。屋內比剛進來時更加陰冷，牆壁表面不斷滲出濕氣，彷彿整棟建築正從地底吸收某種腐敗氣息。長廊深處偶爾傳來細微聲響，有時像木板輕微震動，有時又像遠處低沉喘息。兩人不敢停下腳步，只能繼續探索。他們很快發現，石屋內部遠比外觀看起來更巨大。許多房間早已坍塌，家具覆滿灰塵與蛛網，但某些地方卻留下奇怪痕跡。地板上出現一道道模糊拖痕，像有沉重物體長年在屋內移動。部分牆壁還刻著難以辨認的古怪符號，那些圖案看起來不像文字，更像某種宗教儀式留下的印記。就在經過一條狹窄石階時，他們忽然聽見外頭傳來鐘聲。那鐘聲極其遙遠，像來自迷霧另一端。兩人對視一眼，因為在這片荒野裡，根本不可能存在教堂。他們熄滅提燈，小心靠近窗邊。窗外只有濃霧與黑暗，但鐘聲仍緩慢回蕩，一下，又一下，像某種古老召喚。年輕旅人忽然想起白天曾聽過的一段傳聞。數十年前，附近山區曾有幾名牧羊人失蹤，而最後看見他們的人，都說那些人曾朝著裂谷方向前進。從那之後，再也沒有人願意靠近這裡。據說每當濃霧升起時，山谷裡便會出現奇怪影子。有時是站在懸崖邊的人形輪廓，有時則是某種不像人類的巨大身影。村民們甚至替這地方取了名字——「無人敢靠近的地方」。就在鐘聲逐漸停止時，樓上再次傳來腳步聲。這次不再是拖行，而是真正的腳步。沉重、緩慢，而且清晰。兩名旅人屏住呼吸，死死盯著樓梯方向。黑暗之中，彷彿有某種東西正慢慢走向二樓走廊邊緣。下一秒，一道模糊黑影短暫出現在樓梯盡頭。它的身形極其高大，頭部輪廓異常怪異，像人類，卻又完全不像。黑影停留了幾秒後，竟再次消失於黑暗深處。沒有人知道那究竟是什麼。但從那一刻開始，兩名旅人都清楚知道，這座石屋並不空無一人。
English Version
Night settled fully over the wasteland, and with it came a silence so heavy that even breathing felt unnatural. Outside the stone house, thick fog rolled upward from the immense chasm below the cliffs, swallowing the landscape piece by piece until the world beyond the windows vanished entirely. Inside, the two travelers remained frozen in the dim corridor, unable to forget the strange dragging sound they had heard above them moments earlier. What had first seemed like an abandoned ruin now felt disturbingly alive. The older traveler finally muttered that they should leave immediately and wait until morning before returning. Yet when they reached the entrance hall, both men stopped in shock. The massive wooden door that had stood partly open earlier was now completely shut. They pushed against it together, but the ancient wood barely moved. It felt as though something on the opposite side held it firmly in place. Unease slowly turned into fear. With no choice left, they lifted their lantern and began searching deeper into the house for another exit. The further they wandered, the stranger the building became. From outside, the stone house appeared narrow and isolated, but inside it stretched into endless corridors and forgotten chambers. Several rooms had collapsed long ago, their floors buried beneath fallen beams and centuries of dust. Yet scattered among the decay were signs that something still moved through the house. Long marks scarred the wooden floors, as though heavy objects had been dragged repeatedly through the corridors over many years. Certain walls bore crude symbols scratched deeply into the stone. The carvings resembled neither language nor decoration. Instead, they carried the unsettling appearance of ritual markings created for purposes long forgotten. As the men descended a narrow stairway toward the lower level, a sound suddenly drifted through the silence. A bell. Slow. Distant. Hollow. Both travelers froze immediately. There were no villages for miles across the wilderness, no churches hidden among the cliffs. Yet the bell continued ringing faintly somewhere beyond the fog outside. Extinguishing their lantern, they moved cautiously toward a cracked window. Beyond the glass stretched only darkness and swirling mist, but the sound lingered across the valley like a forgotten signal from another world. The younger traveler remembered hearing stories earlier that day from an old man at a roadside inn. Decades ago, several shepherds had disappeared near these cliffs after wandering too close to the ravine. Those who searched for them claimed strange figures could sometimes be seen moving through the fog at night. Some resembled wandering people, while others appeared impossibly tall and distorted. Eventually the nearby villagers abandoned the region entirely and began referring to it only by a fearful name — the place no one approached. The bell gradually faded into silence. Then another sound emerged above them. Footsteps. Slow and deliberate. Unlike before, there was no dragging now. Something was walking across the upper floor. Each step echoed clearly through the old house. The travelers stared toward the staircase, barely daring to breathe. At the edge of the second-floor corridor, a dark shape slowly emerged from the shadows. It was unnaturally tall, its outline twisted and difficult to understand beneath the darkness. For several long seconds the figure remained motionless, watching them from above. Then, without warning, it stepped backward and vanished once more into the unseen depths of the house. Neither man spoke afterward. Deep inside, both already understood the terrible truth — whatever inhabited the stone house had become aware of them.
