Title:
1 “The House on Blackwood Hill”
Story:
For over a century, the mansion on Blackwood Hill stood abandoned, its windows like hollow eyes staring down at the quiet town below. Locals whispered about the “Blackwood Curse” — anyone who entered never came out the same if they came out at all
Elena, a young investigative journalist, arrived in Blackwood determined to prove the stories wrong She was chasing her biggest scoop the truth behind the mansion’s last resident, Margaret Holloway, who vanished without a trace in 1923
The night was thick with fog as Elena climbed the winding path to the house The front door creaked open on its own, and the smell of damp wood and something rotting filled her lungs.
Her flashlight beam cut through the darkness, illuminating faded portraits on the walls Every painting’s eyes seemed to follow her.
Upstairs, she found a child’s bedroom untouched by time toys scattered across the floor, a tiny rocking chair still swaying. As she lifted her camera to take a photo, the chair stopped. Behind her, in the reflection of the cracked mirror, stood a woman in a tattered black dress, her face pale and lips stitched shut.
Elena spun around the room was empty But the air grew colder, and faint whispers began to fill the house: “Stay with us…”
She tried to run, but every door she opened led to the same room The whispers grew into screams. The last thing she saw before her flashlight went out was the woman’s stitched face only inches away, her eyes black voids
Days later, locals found Elena’s camera at the mansion’s gate The last photograph showed her standing in the hallway, eyes black, smiling
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Story:
Hollow Creek was a forgotten town, the kind of place where the wind always sounded like someone breathing down your neck At the edge of the town stood the Miller Cabin boarded-up windows, a collapsed roof, and a history no one dared speak about.
The locals said the creek that ran behind the cabin wasn’t just water it was a graveyard for those who had gone missing. And on nights when the moon was gone, the water whispered their names
Ethan Gray, a paranormal investigator with more confidence than common sense, arrived with his camera and recording gear He wanted proof ghostly voices, footsteps, anything to draw views to his channel.
Inside, the cabin’s floor groaned under his weight The air was damp, heavy, smelling faintly of iron. His recorder hissed with static until, faintly, a woman’s voice slipped through:
"You shouldn’t have come "
Ethan froze
“Who’s there?” he called, but the cabin was silent. Then the whisper came again not from the recorder this time, but right next to his ear.
The door slammed shut. Shadows began to crawl along the walls, stretching, twisting into faces with hollow eyes Ethan’s flashlight flickered and died The last thing his camera caught was his own reflection in the cabin’s cracked mirror only it wasn’t him The face staring back had water streaming from its mouth, eyes black as the creek.
The next morning, the sheriff found Ethan’s van parked outside the cabin Inside, on the passenger seat, was his recorder playing a single phrase over and over: "You’re part of the creek now"
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Story:
When Daniel checked into the old Riverside Inn, the clerk handed him the key with an odd look “You’re in Room 6,” the man said slowly “If you hear knocking in the night don’t answer”
Daniel laughed it off The room was small but comfortable antique furniture, floral curtains, and a faint scent of lavender.
At midnight, the first knock came Three soft taps at the door He opened it No one was there.
An hour later, it came again three taps, a pause, then a whisper: “Let me in.”
Daniel’s skin prickled. He looked through the peephole. A young girl stood there, pale as moonlight, with hollow black eyes. Her dress was soaked, dripping water onto the carpet.
He stumbled back, heart pounding. The knocking grew louder, faster. Then the voice came from inside the room:
“You already did ”
The lights went out
In the morning, the maid found Room 6 empty… except for a puddle of water by the bed.
Title:
4.“The Last Light”
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Story:
It was almost midnight when Claire’s car broke down on the empty coastal road. Her phone had no signal, and the only light came from a small lighthouse in the distance
Hoping to find help, she walked toward it. The door creaked open without a touch. Inside, the spiral staircase climbed into shadows, and the air smelled faintly of salt and something older something rotten
Halfway up, she heard footsteps above her “Hello?” she called No answer but the footsteps came closer, slow and deliberate.
When she reached the top, the lantern room was empty, the glass cracked and smeared with saltwater. Outside, the ocean roared. Claire turned to leave… and froze.
In the reflection of the glass, a man stood behind her gaunt, his eyes pale and lifeless, water dripping from his hair. He lifted a lantern, its flame flickering weakly, and whispered: "The last ship has come in you should be on it "
The light went out. The next morning, the lighthouse keeper found the door open, the stairs wet, and a single shoe lying on the rocks belowon
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Story:
When Anna inherited her grandmother’s old house, she spent the first week exploring every dusty corner One afternoon, she discovered a locked attic door The key was hidden in the kitchen drawer, wrapped in yellowed newspaper.
The attic smelled of mothballs and damp wood In the center stood a tall, ornate mirror covered by a white sheet. Anna pulled it off, coughing as dust swirled in the air.
Her reflection looked… wrong. The woman in the mirror wore the same clothes, but her smile was just a little too wide, her eyes a little too dark Anna stepped closer The reflection didn’t move with her it stood still, staring.
Then it raised a hand and tapped on the glass from the inside The sound was sharp, like fingernails.
Anna stumbled back toward the stairs, but the attic door slammed shut When she turned around, the mirror was empty.
The police found the attic locked from the inside They never found Anna only a mirror, now showing two women standing inside it.
By Tehsina saiyed