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Eliza woke with a start, her head pounding. She was lying on the cold, hard floor of the manor's hallway.
Disoriented, she struggled to sit up, her flashlight lying a few feet away, its light casting eerie shadows on the walls. She reached for it, her hands trembling.
The manor was silent again, but the memory of the dark
figure haunted her. She checked her camera, hoping to find a photo of the
apparition, but the memory card was empty. Frustrated and terrified, Eliza knew
she had to leave the manor, but something compelled her to stay.
Gathering her scattered belongings, she cautiously made her
way back to the drawing room. The portrait above the fireplace seemed to watch
her with even more intensity than before. She felt a strange connection to the
woman in the painting, as if she was trying to communicate something important.
Determined to uncover the secrets of Blackwood Manor, Eliza
decided to explore the second floor. The staircase creaked under her weight,
each step echoing through the empty halls. As she reached the top, she noticed
a faint glow coming from one of the rooms.
She approached the door cautiously and pushed it open.
Inside, she found an old nursery, illuminated by the pale light of a full moon
streaming through a broken window. Toys lay scattered on the floor, and a small
bed stood in the corner, its covers neatly arranged as if waiting for a child
who would never return.
Eliza's attention was drawn to a diary lying on a dusty
table. She picked it up, the leather cover cracked and worn. Flipping through
the pages, she discovered it belonged to a young girl named Abigail. The
entries were filled with tales of loneliness and fear, of whispers in the night
and shadows that moved on their own.
One entry in particular caught her eye. It spoke of a hidden
room in the manor, a place where the shadows were born. Abigail had written
about following the whispers to find the room, but the diary ended abruptly,
leaving Eliza with more questions than answers.
Determined to find the hidden room, Eliza retraced her steps
through the manor, listening for the whispers. They seemed to be guiding her,
growing louder and more urgent. She found herself in front of a large mirror at
the end of a corridor. The whispers were almost deafening now, urging her to
look closer.
Eliza's reflection stared back at her, but something was
off. The shadows behind her seemed to move, forming shapes and patterns. She
reached out to touch the mirror, and her hand passed through the glass as if it
were water. Gasping, she pulled her hand back and took a deep breath.
Summoning her courage, Eliza stepped through the mirror. The
world around her shifted, and she found herself in a dark, narrow passage. The
air was cold and damp, and the whispers were louder than ever. She knew she was
close to uncovering the manor's darkest secret.