In a small, forgotten town deep in the woods, there was an
old, run-down house called Blackwood Manor. The people in town whispered about
it, telling their children to never go near. They talked about the Blackwood
family who lived there a hundred years ago and disappeared one stormy night.
Since then, the house was left empty, slowly falling apart as the forest grew
around it.
One cold October evening, a group of teenagers dared each
other to spend the night in Blackwood Manor. Sarah, who loved scary stories and
wasn't afraid of anything, was the first to agree. Her friends, Mark, Emily,
and Jason, didn't want to look scared, so they agreed too.
They arrived at the mansion just as the sun was setting,
casting long, spooky shadows. The front door creaked loudly as they pushed it
open. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of dust and old, rotting wood.
The only sounds were the rustling of leaves and the distant call of an owl.
Sarah led the way with her flashlight. They went from room
to room, each one scarier than the last. Old pictures of the Blackwood family
hung on the walls, their eyes seeming to follow the teenagers. It felt like the
house didn't want them there.
In the dining room, they found a long table set with plates
of food that had rotted away long ago. Jason made a joke about the ghosts
coming back for dinner, but his laughter quickly died away in the silence.
As it got later, they decided to stay in the big living
room. They huddled together, trying to ignore the creepy sounds the house made.
Mark tried to tell ghost stories to lighten the mood, but it only made them
more nervous.
Around midnight, Sarah suggested they explore the basement.
Everyone said it was the scariest part of the house. They went down a narrow,
winding staircase, feeling the air get colder with every step. At the bottom,
they found a heavy door that took all four of them to open. Inside was a big,
dark room.
In the middle of the room was an old stone altar with dark
stains. Strange symbols were carved into the walls, and the room felt very
evil. As they got closer to the altar, they heard faint whispers that grew
louder and more frightening. Emily said she could hear voices in her head,
telling her to do bad things.
Suddenly, the door slammed shut, trapping them inside. They
tried to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. The whispers turned into screams, and
shadows started moving on the walls. Mark’s flashlight flickered and died,
leaving them in darkness.
In the pitch black, Sarah felt a cold hand grab her arm. She
screamed and pulled away, falling into the altar. A deep voice echoed in the
room, speaking words they couldn’t understand. The shadows came together to
form a dark figure with glowing eyes.
The figure reached out to Emily, who stood frozen in fear.
She began to float in the air, her eyes rolling back. The voice got louder,
like it was casting a spell. Sarah, Mark, and Jason watched in horror, unable
to move or speak.
With a final, terrible scream, Emily's body shook and then
fell to the floor. The dark figure disappeared, and the door opened. Sarah ran
to Emily, but she was too late. Emily's eyes were wide open, filled with fear,
but she was dead.
In shock, the three friends ran out of the basement and out
of the mansion. They never talked about that night again. Blackwood Manor
stayed silent and empty, its secrets hidden in the dark. The people in town
kept whispering about it, warning others to stay away, or they might disappear
just like the Blackwoods and Emily.
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