BeastBoyGamer

It was raining heavily at midnight and the birds sitting on the trees started flying towards the sky due to the loud thunder. In mansion, a 36-year-old man was searching for something inside a large deserted mansion, going from one room to another. The man was wearing black clothes.

There was no one else except that man in such a big and luxurious mansion. There were lines of worry on the man's face and he was searching for something.

Even after searching every corner of the room, the man did not find that thing. Seeing this, the man immediately went to the fourth floor of the mansion. Just then his phone started ringing. Seeing someone's name on the cellphone screen, the man immediately picked up the phone without wasting time and heard a loud and angry voice from the other side. "What happened Jack?! Did you find the box or not?"

Hearing the man's voice, Jack said nervously, "No! Sir, but don't worry, I will find that box very soon and bring it to you!"

"Finish this work quickly, and yes, if you come without that box, I will not leave you alive!" Saying this, the phone gets disconnected from the other side. Jack wipes the sweat from his forehead and walks towards the corridor.

Then suddenly a foul smell spreads all around.

"What kind of smell is this? Maybe it is the smell of a rat being killed!" Saying this, Jack moves forward. While going from the corridor to the other side, many black shadows were also walking behind Jack. While walking, Jack goes inside a room, then suddenly the door leading outside closes with a loud bang and one by one all the lights go off. And darkness engulfs all around.

Seeing this, Jack immediately turns on the torch light of his phone and says in panic, "Who is it?"

Then a scary growling sound starts coming. Something like water was falling on Jack's head from above. Seeing this, when Jack put his hand on his head, his whole hand became red with blood. Seeing this, Jack's breathing slows down and his heart starts beating fast.

The Haunted Mansion

The rain had stopped, but the clouds still loomed heavy over Blackthorn Manor. It was the kind of stillness that came before a storm — not one outside, but one buried deep within old stones and forgotten walls.

Aarav hadn't slept. Eleanor's warning echoed in his mind like a broken chant:

He stood at the dusty window, watching the dying garden sway in the wind, when Maya entered, holding an old map and a bundle of herbs.

"I think I've found the fourth mirror," she said without preamble. "It's in the greenhouse."

Aarav raised an eyebrow. "There's a greenhouse?"

"There was. It burned down partially in 1896… during one of the failed rituals."

The greenhouse stood in ruins behind the manor — a skeletal dome of cracked glass and twisted iron, overrun with vines and shadows. What once must have been a vibrant garden was now a grave of dead plants and rotting wood.

As they stepped inside, a strange scent filled the air — sweet, almost sickly. The temperature dropped instantly, and the air felt thicker, harder to breathe.

In the corner, buried beneath a pile of broken flowerpots, stood a tall oval mirror. It was almost completely swallowed by thorny vines, the glass cloudy and pulsing faintly.

Maya stared at it. "That's it. The fourth mirror — The Gardened One."

Just as Aarav reached for it, the vines moved.

From the mirror's reflection, a figure emerged — a young woman with tangled black hair, her skin split and stitched with vines. Her eyes were hollow, lips sewn shut with roots.

Maya whispered, "Amara Blackthorn. Eleanor's cousin. She tried to destroy the garden to stop Ambrose… so he buried her in it."

The mirror began to hum, and the vines tightened around Aarav's legs, pulling him toward it.

"Get back!" Maya shouted, throwing down a protective charm. The vines hissed in pain but didn't release him.

Aarav could feel something — memories, emotions — being forced into his mind.

He saw Amara screaming, clawing at the soil as her family watched. He felt her pain. Her rage.

Maya lit a match. "Fire is the only thing that breaks vine-spirits."

She threw the match into the vines. They caught like dry paper. The mirror howled — not a sound, but a vibration that made the bones ache.

Amara's reflection turned toward Aarav. Her stitched lips trembled.

Then, with a final crack, the vines disintegrated into ash.

The mirror's surface shimmered, and golden words appeared:

Aarav collapsed to his knees, gasping. A fourth black line had formed on his wrist — a mark for each spirit freed.

Maya knelt beside him, her face pale.

"That's four," she whispered. "But the manor just… shifted. It knows what we're doing."

As they turned to leave the greenhouse, the wind suddenly stopped.

A new voice echoed from deep inside the house — not Eleanor's. Not Amara's. Something… older.

"Four to free… three to fall… blood must bleed, or none walk at all."

Aarav turned to Maya. "That wasn't a warning."

The Fourth Reflection