On the outskirts of a small, forgotten town stood the abandoned Hawthorne Mansion. Once a grand estate, it had fallen into decay, its windows shattered and its grounds overgrown.
Local legend had it that the mansion was cursed, and no one
dared to approach after dusk.
One chilly October evening, a group of friends—Emily, Mark,
Sarah, and Jake—decided to test their bravery.
They planned to spend the night in the mansion, armed with
nothing but flashlights and a camera. As they approached the crumbling
building, the air grew colder, and an unsettling silence enveloped them.
Inside, the mansion was a maze of rotting furniture and
dusty portraits. The floor creaked ominously under their weight.
They set up their equipment in what seemed to be the main
hall and began exploring. Each room they entered felt colder than the last, and
the oppressive atmosphere made them uneasy.
Emily, the most superstitious of the group, couldn't shake
the feeling that they were being watched. She noticed strange shadows flitting
across the walls, but whenever she turned her flashlight toward them, they
vanished.
Mark tried to lighten the mood with jokes, but even his
laughter seemed to die away in the eerie silence.
As midnight approached, they gathered in the main hall. The
air grew colder, and their breath became visible.
Suddenly, the lights flickered, and a low, almost
imperceptible whisper echoed through the mansion. It was as if someone—or
something—was speaking in a language they couldn’t understand. The friends
exchanged nervous glances, their earlier bravado fading.
The whispers grew louder, and a chilling breeze swept
through the hall, extinguishing their candles. Panic set in as they fumbled to
relight them.
The whispers became incoherent, blending into a maddening
cacophony. The group decided to investigate the source of the noise, their
footsteps echoing as they ventured deeper into the mansion.
They reached the basement door, which was slightly ajar. A
draft seemed to emanate from below. With a deep breath, they descended into the
darkness, their flashlights cutting through the inky blackness. Each step down
the creaking stairs made their hearts race.
What they saw in the basement would haunt them forever.