Story 935: The House That Calls

The gate stood tall, its iron bars twisted like reaching fingers. A chilling wind whispered through the dead trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and decay. Beyond the gate, the manor loomed, its windows like hollow eyes staring into the void.

Draven hesitated. "This place—"

"It’s waiting for us," Mira finished, her voice barely above a whisper. She clutched the Cursed Book, its pages trembling in her grasp.

Elias exhaled, flicking his lighter open. "Bad idea to go in."

Zara smirked. "When has that stopped us before?"

With a creak, the gate opened on its own.

They stepped forward.

The moment they crossed the threshold, the world shifted. The sky darkened, the air grew thick, and the manor’s door swung open, revealing a corridor that stretched too far to belong to any normal house.

Mira swallowed hard. "Something’s wrong."

Then the door slammed shut behind them.

Inside the House