I asked AI to write me a horror story

Title: The Echoing Shadows

In the quaint town of Harrowsfield, there stood an ancient mansion known as the Blackwood Manor. It was a colossal structure, its dark silhouette looming ominously over the town. The manor was shrouded in tales of the supernatural, with locals whispering about the eerie occurrences that befell anyone who dared to venture inside.

One day, a curious historian named Arthur decided to explore the manor. He was intrigued by the tales and hoped to uncover the truth behind the legends. Armed with a flashlight and a brave heart, he stepped into the creaking mansion as the sun began to set.

The mansion was a labyrinth of dust-laden rooms and long, winding corridors. As Arthur delved deeper, he felt an unsettling chill, a sense of being watched. He dismissed it as his imagination playing tricks on him. 

In the grand library, he found an ancient diary belonging to the last known resident, a certain Lady Blackwood. The entries were cryptic, filled with mentions of 'the shadow that walks' and 'the echo that talks'. The last entry, dated the day Lady Blackwood disappeared, read, "The echo has found its shadow."

As Arthur read the chilling words, he heard a faint whisper, an echo that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. It was a soft, chilling voice that repeated his own name. Startled, he dropped the diary, and the echo ceased.

Suddenly, the mansion plunged into darkness. Arthur fumbled for his flashlight, but it flickered and died. In the pitch black, he heard the echo again, this time louder, closer. He felt a cold presence behind him, a shadowy figure that seemed to absorb the darkness.

Arthur tried to run, but the corridors twisted and turned, leading him back to the library. The echo grew louder, the shadow closer. He could feel its icy touch, hear its raspy breath. The echo was no longer just his name; it was his deepest fears, his darkest secrets, spoken back to him in a voice that was his, yet not.

In the end, Arthur was never seen again. The Blackwood Manor stood as it always had, silent and foreboding. The townsfolk whispered about the historian who dared to venture into the mansion and was claimed by 'the shadow that walks' and 'the echo that talks'. The chilling tale of the Blackwood Manor lived on, a stark reminder of the horrors that lurked within its ancient walls.