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The creaking floorboards groaned under Ben’s sneakers as he stepped into the shadow-drenched foyer of the abandoned Hawthorne Manor, its cracked chandelier swaying in a breeze that shouldn’t exist. Gwen’s flashlight flickered across peeling wallpaper, catching the glint of something metallic—a rusted suit of armor slumped against the stairs, its helmet tilted as if watching them. “This place reeks of ecto-bogeyman,” Ben muttered, tapping the Omnitrix, its green glow barely piercing the gloom. A cold laugh echoed from the ceiling as a spectral figure phased through the moldy rafters, her tattered gown billowing like smoke. “Ten-year lease on this haunt, Tennyson!” Gwen snapped, already hurling a mana-charged hex at the ghostly woman, who dissolved into mist only to reform behind Max, her icy fingers grazing his shoulder. Ben slammed the Omnitrix dial, shifting into Big Chill mid-leap, frost breath crystallizing the air as the specter shrieked and shattered—but the victory froze in his throat when the walls began bleeding portraits, each canvas depicting their terrified faces. A grandfather clock chimed thirteen, its hands spinning backward as the floor split open, revealing a hidden crypt where a glowing locket pulsed beside a skeleton clutching a journal. “Guys, this isn’t a ghost—it’s a hologram loop from the 70s!” Gwen yelled, deciphering the journal’s code while Ben, back in human form, pried the locket open, deactivating the mansion’s malfunctioning tech with a sparking wrench from Max. The walls shuddered, reality snapping back as sunlight flooded through boarded windows, exposing dusty projectors and frayed wiring. “So… the real horror was bad Wi-Fi?” Ben grinned, pocketing the locket until a low growl rumbled from the basement—a very real, very angry Zombozo bursting through the floor. “Surprise! Haunted house upgrades!” the clown cackled, lobbing a pumpkin bomb. “Oh, come on!” Ben groaned, transforming into Heatblast as Gwen facepalmed.
