Great! Here's **Chapter 3**, where the psychological traps of the house escalate, and the characters begin to feel the first conflicts and the threat of a mysterious observer:---

### **Chapter 3 – Voices in the Walls**

The night in the abandoned house was even thicker than the day. Rain pounded the roof like a constant drum, and the wind howled in the chimneys, creating ominous echoes. The five friends sensed that the house wasn't just an empty space—it had a rhythm of its own, watching their every move.

"Someone's here… or watching us," whispered Anna, leaning against the wall of the old bedroom. Her eyes widened as she noticed the scattered notes that hadn't been in the room before.

"Let's stop panicking," Tomek said, though his voice was trembling. "This must be some kind of joke… someone's trying to scare us."

“A joke that could kill us,” Karolina replied, looking at her reflection in another mirror. What she saw didn’t match reality: the shadow of someone who wasn’t in the room stood right behind her.

Michał searched the shelves and found an old tape recorder, emitting a quiet, broken whisper:

*"Don’t trust each other… each of you has a secret that will expose your weakness."*

Bartek looked away from the player and at the others. “What does he want from us?” he asked. “He’s playing us like pawns.”

Meanwhile, the house seemed to be closing in around them. Doors that had been open were now locked; windows seemed to lead nowhere, and every step in the hallway echoed not only their voices but also whispers they didn’t recognize.

“We have to stick together,” Anna said, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “If any of us starts panicking… it’s over.”

Then another message appeared on the floor, etched in the dust:

*"First secret revealed – first mistake – time to decide."*

Everyone sensed that this wasn't just a physical threat – it was a psychological test. Every uncertainty, every whisper, every shadow became a trap, and the house took on a sinister life of its own.

Conflicts began between the characters: suspicions, who would reveal their fears, who distrusted whom, who would break down first. The tension grew, and the shadows in the mirror seemed to move independently of them.

"He's right there," Karolina whispered, looking into the emptiness of the living room. "And he watches us look at each other."

And at that moment, a soft, rhythmic sound came from the hallway… footsteps that didn't match any of their movements.

The house demonstrated that it wasn't just a place – it was an observer, a player, and a keeper of secrets, drawing the characters into a psychological trap from which no one knew if they could escape.

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If you want, I can now write **Chapter 4**, in which the house becomes increasingly active: psychological traps escalate, tensions between the characters grow, and a mysterious observer reveals the first concrete threats.

Want me to continue?