By [𝒜𝓏𝒾𝓏𝒶 ℳℴ𝒽𝒶𝓂ℯ𝒹]
Chapter 1: The House That Shouldn’t Exist
It was never marked on the map.
When Mara arrived in the town of Dagger's Hollow, she was only looking for her grandmother's old records. What she found instead was a crumbling Victorian mansion tucked behind a wall of dead trees. Locals avoided it. They whispered about it. But no one ever said what happened inside.
Curiosity pried her past the gate.
The house welcomed her with silence… and something else. A presence. Heavy. Watching. The doorknob turned with a soft groan, as though the house itself sighed awake.
She stepped inside.
Dust blanketed everything like a burial shroud. Portraits on the walls had their eyes scratched out. The floorboards creaked as if whispering to her.
She felt cold breath on her neck.
She spun.
No one.
Not yet.
Chapter 2: The Locked Room
The second night, the sounds began.
Scratch-scratch.
Tap.
Tap-tap.
Always from the floorboards under her bed.
Mara dismissed it as rats—until she placed her phone on the floor to record. The next morning, the phone was gone. In its place: a child's drawing in red crayon.
A figure under the bed.
A woman with no face.
And one word scrawled beneath: “HELP.”
Terrified, she ran to town to confront the old librarian—Mr. Calder, the last man alive who remembered the house.
He refused to speak.
Just handed her a yellowed photo.
Mara's blood ran cold.
It was the house—new and vibrant. In the window stood a woman in black, face blurred. And beside her… a girl who looked just like Mara.
But the photo was dated 1893.
Chapter 3: The Floorboard Whisperer
That night, Mara didn’t sleep.
She waited.
At midnight, the whispering began again.
Only this time, she listened.
The voice was faint but clear. “Find the door. Let me out.”
The next day, Mara ripped up the floorboards. Beneath them, she found a small, rusted handle. A hidden door.
She opened it.
Stairs spiraled into darkness.
With only a lantern, she descended, the air thick with decay and forgotten screams.
At the bottom: a stone room.
And in the center, a mirror.
It didn't reflect her.
It showed her grandmother, sobbing, trapped inside.
Behind her, something crawled… faceless.
Then the whisper came again—not from the mirror, but right beside her ear.
“Trade.”
Chapter 4: The Bargain
Mara was offered a choice: open the mirror and let her grandmother free—or walk away and leave the trapped souls forever.
But every trade has a price.
Her grandmother's voice trembled: “It takes a bloodline. My freedom means your place.”
Mara hesitated.
Until something behind the mirror smiled.
It wasn’t human.
It hadn’t been for a long time.
Mara touched the glass.
The reflection shattered.
Chapter 5: The Empty Room
The next morning, a new photo appeared in the hallway.
The woman in black.
And beside her, Mara, staring blankly through the glass.
Locals say they sometimes hear tapping from that old mansion.
Scratch-scratch.
Tap.
Tap-tap.
The floorboards whisper again.
But no one listens.
No one dares enter.
Because some doors, once opened…
Can never be closed.
🩸 The End 🩸
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