Story 907: The Manor of the Forgotten

The road leading to the decayed manor twisted unnaturally, as if reality itself resisted their approach. Draven and Mira stood before the iron gates, rusted and curled like skeletal fingers reaching toward them. A full moon loomed overhead, casting an eerie glow on the gothic structure.

“This place shouldn’t exist,” Mira muttered, gripping her satchel. The book they had taken from the Ghoul Trainmaster had whispered a single phrase before going silent: "Seek the Forgotten, lest you be Forsaken."

Draven pushed the gate, and with a groan, it creaked open. The moment they stepped inside, the air thickened—heavy with decay, sorrow, and something darker. The mansion’s windows flickered with candlelight, despite its obvious abandonment.

They stepped onto the grand porch. Draven ran a hand over the door’s intricate carvings—scenes of suffering, undead figures clawing at a shadowed figure that resembled the Hollow Man. His jaw tightened.