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Chapter 1: The Skeptic
Dr. Elias Grayson had spent years debunking the supernatural. As a renowned psychiatrist specializing in delusions and psychosis, he had built a career on rationalizing the irrational. His patients spoke of ghosts, demons, and unseen horrors, but he always traced their fears back to trauma, mental illness, or simple paranoia.
That is, until the night the shadows started whispering his name.
Elias had recently moved into an old Victorian home on the outskirts of town. It was meant to be a quiet retreat from the chaos of his practice. The house was spacious, with high ceilings and an eerie charm, but it had been abandoned for years. The locals called it "The Hollow House" and avoided it, whispering about its cursed past. Elias dismissed their fears as folklore.
Then, the disturbances began.
Chapter 2: The Whispering Walls
At first, it was subtle. Books fell from their shelves, doors creaked open on their own, and the temperature in his study would plummet without explanation. Elias rationalized it as drafts, old house quirks—nothing more.
But then came the whispers.
Late at night, as he reviewed his case files, he heard them—faint voices drifting through the halls. They called his name in breathy, broken tones. When he searched the house, he found nothing.
One night, he awoke to the sensation of cold fingers brushing against his forehead. His pulse pounded as he reached for the bedside lamp, but before he could turn it on, a voice rasped in his ear:
"Do you believe now?"
Chapter 3: The Patients Who Never Left
Elias became obsessed. He spent hours researching the history of the house. What he discovered chilled him. Decades ago, the house had been a makeshift asylum, run by a psychiatrist named Dr. Victor Holloway. Holloway had experimented on his patients, performing cruel lobotomies and electroshock treatments until many died in agony. Their restless spirits were said to still roam the halls, seeking justice—or revenge.
The more Elias uncovered, the worse the hauntings became. Shadows stretched unnaturally along the walls. Murmurs turned into agonized wails. His reflection in the mirror began moving on its own, grinning when he wasn’t.
One night, as he sat in his study, his case files flew from his desk, scattering across the floor. The papers rearranged themselves, forming words:
**"YOU ARE HIM."**
Chapter 4: The Possession
Elias refused to believe it. He was nothing like Holloway. He was a healer, not a butcher. But the house had other ideas.
He began losing time. Waking in different rooms with no memory of how he got there. He found scribbled notes in his handwriting—detailed descriptions of cruel experiments he had never performed. And yet, they felt… familiar.
One night, he awoke strapped to his own office chair. His body wouldn’t move, paralyzed by an unseen force. Across the room, the air shimmered, and a figure emerged—tall, gaunt, wearing a bloodstained doctor’s coat.
Dr. Holloway.
The phantom stepped forward, his hollow eyes burning with recognition. "Finally," he whispered. "You remember."
Elias screamed.
Chapter 5: The Escape
Elias fled the next morning. He left the house, his belongings, and his entire career behind. But as he checked into a cheap motel on the outskirts of town, he caught his reflection in the bathroom mirror.
It grinned at him.
And whispered in Holloway’s voice:
"You can’t run from yourself."
**Some patients never leave. Some doctors never die.**
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February 27, 2025
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