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 air inside Blackthorn Manor had changed.

Aarav and Maya sat in the study, surrounded by flickering candles and five glowing pendants — each linked to the mirror spirits they had released. The fifth one still pulsed faintly.

"There should be seven mirrors. But there are only six rooms marked. I've rechecked everything."

Aarav frowned. "What if… the seventh mirror was never placed in a room?"

She paused. Then her eyes widened.

"You think it's… inside the walls?"

That night, Aarav was awakened by a sound.

It came from behind the headboard.

He leapt back. His hands shook as he lit a candle and called Maya.

Within minutes, they were tracing the walls with chalk, looking for hollow spots. In the north wing — a place neither of them had entered yet — they found it.

Behind a crumbling bookshelf, they discovered a narrow passageway. The air inside was still and suffocating, filled with a thick, moldy scent.

And somewhere ahead — a mirror whispered.

The passage led to a narrow crawlspace, where the brick turned to rotting wood.

There, mounted sideways between beams, was a broken shard of a mirror — small, blackened, but humming with cold energy.

"This isn't a full mirror," Maya whispered. "It's a fragment. A cursed one."

In the reflection, he saw himself… smiling.

But he wasn't smiling in real life.

"You're tired. I can carry the burden."

The mirror pulsed — and shattered.

Aarav fell to his knees. His head throbbed. His mind felt… crowded.

"I think something's inside me," he gasped.

Maya placed her hand on his forehead. His skin was cold. The pendant burned bright red.

"You absorbed it," she whispered. "The sixth spirit didn't pass — it merged."

Aarav looked up, eyes darkening for a second.

Golden words appeared on the wooden beam near the mirror's place:

"Thorn was Ambrose's brother. He was the first to go mad… the first to become part of the house."

That night, Aarav couldn't sleep. Every time he blinked, he heard voices.

Memories that weren't his. Screams. Laughter. Prayers. Rituals.

When he looked in the mirror again, his reflection blinked before he did.

Maya kept a chalk circle around him, whispering protective verses.

"There's only one mirror left," she said. "The one Ambrose used himself."

Aarav whispered without realizing it:

Maya turned sharply. "What did you just say?"

The Mirror in the Walls