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 moon hung low — redder than usual — its glow bleeding through the cracked windows of Blackthorn Manor. Inside, Aarav lit another candle as Maya rolled out the map, her finger pointing to the southern wing.

"The chapel is next," she said. "That's where they performed the first blood-binding ritual."

Aarav's face tightened. "Let me guess… the fifth mirror?"

Maya nodded. "And the most dangerous one so far. It's called The Liar's Glass. Once you enter the chapel, nothing you hear — not even your own thoughts — can be trusted."

The doors to the chapel creaked open with a sound like bone scraping stone.

The room beyond had once been sacred. Now, it was defiled. Candles burned black along the walls, their flames flickering sideways. A broken altar stood at the center, stained dark with something older than dust.

Above it hung a massive mirror — wide and jagged, framed with thorny gold. At its base were words carved in Latin:

Aarav stepped forward, but Maya held his arm.

"Once we enter, don't believe anything the mirror shows you. It feeds on lies… and memories."

As they crossed the threshold, a strange sensation washed over Aarav — as if the room had inhaled, and he was now trapped inside its lungs.

Suddenly, the chapel lit up — not with fire, but memory.

Aarav was no longer beside Maya. He was standing in a familiar classroom… one from his childhood. His old school. His younger self sat at a desk, scribbling notes. His father stood at the front of the class.

"You'll never be enough," his father's voice said. "Not for us. Not for her."

"You sure?" the voice whispered in his ear.

"Some lies are just truths no one wants to hear."

Elsewhere in the chapel, Maya faced her own nightmare.

Her grandmother lay on a gurney, eyes wide open, mouth moving silently.

"You failed me," the old woman mouthed.

Maya shook her head. "You're not her. You're the mirror."

The lights flickered. Blood began to pour from the walls. The gurney burst into flame.

Aarav's vision shifted again — now he was in the chapel once more, staring at the mirror.

And there he saw Ambrose Blackthorn, his own face twisted in robes of shadow.

"You're not running from the curse," Ambrose said. "You're circling it. You want to finish what I started."

"No," Aarav whispered. "I want to end it."

Aarav raised his hand — the pendant glowed — and hurled it at the mirror.

In its place, golden letters formed:

As the mirror's magic faded, Maya found Aarav kneeling at the altar, gasping.

"I saw Ambrose again," he said. "He knows. He's watching."

Maya helped him up, voice shaking.

"They're all watching now. We just freed the fifth spirit. Two mirrors remain."

And in the silence, something laughed.

The Chapel of Lies