Story 957: The House of Endless Night

The gates groaned open, revealing a winding path lined with twisted, skeletal trees. Beyond them, the manor loomed, its spires stabbing into a moonlit sky. The air reeked of damp wood, old blood, and something rotten beneath the surface.

Draven gripped his shotgun. “I hate this place already.”

Zara kicked at a broken lantern near the entrance. “This house wasn’t abandoned. Someone lived here… recently.”

Elias took a slow drag from his cigarette, his eyes scanning the shadows. “And something still does.”

Mira clutched the Cursed Book, feeling its pages pulse like a heartbeat. The Forsaken Girl had vanished, but her voice still echoed in her mind.

“You brought the Book.”

The moment they crossed the threshold, the house came alive.

The doors slammed shut, trapping them in absolute darkness. The floor shifted beneath them, the walls groaning like living flesh. A soft, childlike whisper filled the air.

“Turn back.”