Great! Here's **Chapter 2**, where the tension mounts and the abandoned house begins to reveal its psychological traps:---

### **Chapter 2 – Echoes of Old Walls**

The silence after the door slammed stretched on endlessly. The five friends stood motionless in the kitchen, each feeling adrenaline slowly filling their bodies.

"That… wasn't the wind," Anna whispered, clutching the notebook she'd found. "Someone has to be here."

"Or something," Michał muttered, his gaze sweeping the dark corners. His flashlight trembled in his hand.

Tomek approached the stairs leading upstairs. The boards groaned under his weight, and the echoes echoed like whispering voices. "I don't see anyone here, but something is… strange," he said, pausing at the door of the old bedroom.

Karolina and Bartek looked at each other, then at the others. “Maybe it's just our imagination,” Karolina said, though her tone betrayed uncertainty.

The bedroom was even worse. An old mirror, covered in dust, reflected their silhouettes, but additional shadows appeared in the reflection—simultaneously flitting behind them, but not actually there.

“It's impossible,” Bartek whispered, trying to focus on his reflection. “This… isn't a mirror…”

Anna turned the notebook over, and a new handwritten message appeared:

*"I'm watching your every move. The first to betray fear will be chosen."*

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound, as if something had fallen in the living room. The five friends froze, then slowly moved toward the source of the sound. A discarded figurine lay on the floor, and next to it was another message:

*"Each of you has a secret. Time to reveal it."*

Laura's heart, who in this version was the protagonist observing the group, began to race. “This… must be some kind of test,” she whispered. “He doesn’t want to kill us outright… he wants to break us psychologically.”

Tomek glanced at her, a sense of unease etched on his face. “If that’s the case, then we’re already in his game. And we don’t know where reality begins and where the trap begins.”

Something moved behind the house. The five friends peered into the darkness and sensed that the first truly disturbing stage of the game was just beginning.

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If you want, I can now write **Chapter 3**, in which the psychological traps of the house begin to escalate, the first conflicts between the characters emerge, and the mysterious observer reveals his first intentions.

Would you like me to continue?