Story 964: The Endless Halls

The air inside the mansion was thick, heavy with an unnatural stillness that pressed against their skin. The walls stretched impossibly high, disappearing into a darkness that pulsed like a living thing. The doors behind them were gone. There was no way back.

Draven took point, his shotgun raised, but the silence felt wrong—like the mansion was watching. Mira held the Cursed Book tighter, its pages vibrating beneath her fingertips. It wanted to be read. It wanted to be fed.

Elias ran a hand along the wallpaper, his fingers brushing against something wet. “This place isn’t made of stone and wood,” he muttered. “It’s flesh.”

Zara exhaled sharply. “Great. A house that bleeds. Just what we need.”

A soft whisper drifted through the corridor. Not the eerie disembodied voices they’d grown used to—this was different. A child’s laughter.

Mira flinched. “It’s her.”

The Forsaken Girl.