Picture a terrifying scene set within the dim, decaying interior of a long-abandoned, old house. The walls are peeling, covered in faded, mildew-stained wallpaper, and the air is thick with the musty scent of neglect. Broken floorboards creak underfoot, and the dim light barely filters through the filthy, cracked windows, casting eerie shadows that dance along the walls. From behind a half-open, rotting door, a figure emerges—a woman in a tattered white dress. Her presence is unsettling, her long, stringy black hair hanging limply over her face, obscuring her eyes but not the menacing aura she exudes. Her skin is pale, almost ghostly, with a sickly pallor that contrasts sharply with the darkness around her. She peers out from behind the doorframe, her posture unnaturally stiff, as if she’s watching you, yet ready to disappear back into the shadows at any moment. The dress, once elegant, is now worn and stained, clinging to her thin, almost skeletal frame. The way she stands, partially hidden but deliberately revealing herself, sends chills down the spine, as if she’s waiting—waiting for you to come closer, to step into her world of terror. aidmaimageupgrader, aidmaMJ6.1m, detailmaximizer <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:1.0> <lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.8> <lora:aidmaMJ6.1_aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-v0.4:0.6> <lora:v1v1dr34m:0.9>