Chapter 1: The Arrival
Emma and her husband Daniel had always dreamed of escaping the chaos of the city. When they found Blackwood Manor—a vast but abandoned Victorian estate deep in the countryside—it felt like fate. The price was suspiciously low, but the real estate agent shrugged it off. “It just needs a little love,”
From the moment they arrived, Emma felt uneasy. The house was breathtaking yet carried a strange, oppressive silence. As they walked through the grand hallways, the wooden floors groaned beneath them, as if whispering warnings.
That first night, as they settled into their bedroom, Emma swore she heard shuffling sounds beneath the floorboards. “Just rats,” Daniel reassured her, but
Chapter 2: The Locked Door
Exploring the manor the next day, Emma found a locked door at the end of the east wing. The keyhole was rusted shut, but as she pressed her ear against the wood, she heard faint scr
That night, the scratching turned into knocking. A slow, deliberate rhythm. Knock… knock… knock…
She shook Daniel awake, but by the time he listened, there was only silence.
Chapter 3: The Whispering Portraits
One afternoon, Emma wandered into a hallway lined with old portraits. The eyes of the painted figures seemed to follow her, their expressions shifting subtly when she wasn’t looking directly at them.
As she turned to leave, she heard it.
A whisper. Soft, urgent.
"Leave before it wakes."
Spinning around, she found the portraits unchanged, but the whisper lingered in the air like a breath against her neck.
Chapter 4: Beneath the Floor
That night, the house felt different. The temperature dropped, and the knocking returned—louder this time.
Then, without warning, the locked door creaked open on its own.
Emma grabbed a flashlight and stepped inside. Dust swirled in the beam of light, revealing a narrow staircase leading downward. She hesitated, but something inside her needed to know.
As she descended, the air grew damp and foul. The basement was massive, filled with old furniture, broken crates… and a trapdoor in the center of the floor.
The knocking was coming from beneath it.
Heart pounding, Emma reached for the latch.
Chapter 5: The Awakening
Before she could lift the trapdoor, a deep, rattling breath echoed from below. The wooden floor shuddered as if something massive was shifting underneath.
She stumbled backward as a voice—inhuman and ancient—hissed through the darkness:
"You should not have come."
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Emma scre
She ran, tripping up the stairs as the thing dragged itself from its pris
Daniel met her at the top, his face pale with te
“Run!” she
They sprinted from the house as a deep growl rumbled through its walls. The windows shattered one by one, the door slamming behind them as if the house itself was sealing it
As they re
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February 27, 2025
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