Great! Here's **Chapter 4**, where the house becomes increasingly active, the psychological traps escalate, and the tension between the characters grows:---

### **Chapter 4 – Labyrinth of Memories**

As the night deepened, the house seemed to have a rhythm of its own. The walls creaked like an old man's bones, and the old stairs buckled with every step. The five friends felt an invisible eye watching them with every move.

"It's not just fear anymore," Michał said, glancing at Karolina. "It's… manipulation."

Tomek approached the door leading to the basement. Its surface was cracked, and the wood emitted strange vibrations, as if the house was trying to warn them.

"Maybe it's better not to go in?" Anna asked, sensing the growing tension in the group.

"We have no choice," Bartek replied. "If we want to survive, we have to understand what's happening here."

As they approached the basement, the living room floor behind them trembled, and the echo of old footsteps bounced off the walls. New markings appeared on the wall—strange symbols carved into the wood: triangles, circles, lines that looked like maps leading through the house's labyrinth.

"These aren't just symbols," Karolina whispered. "They're clues, or traps."

The house began to reveal its first psychological traps. Mirrors in the hallways reflected their shadows in strange ways: sometimes magnifying them, sometimes distorting them. Every movement was watched, and each shadow seemed to follow them regardless of their actions.

"I can't look in the mirror," Anna whispered, backing away in panic. "I feel like there's something there… something watching me."

"We have to stick together," Michał said. "If we split up, the house will figure us out."

But the tension began to affect the relationships between the characters. Suspicions about who would break first, who distrusted whom, surfaced in their conversations. Every glance, every whisper sparked conflict.

Then a faint sound came from the basement – metal clashing against metal. It couldn't be a natural trap – someone, or something, was moving there in the darkness.

Another message appeared on the living room floor, this time written in blood:

*"First decision. Who will betray, and who will survive?"*

The five friends understood one thing: the house wasn't just a physical place – it was an adversary, a psychological experiment, a labyrinth where every step could be a trap, and every fear could be used against them.

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If you want, I can now write **Chapter 5**, where the tension reaches its first climax: the characters face a real physical and psychological threat, and the house begins to openly manipulate their relationships.

Would you like me to continue?