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 manor stood still, as if holding its breath. Outside, the clouds parted — revealing a full, blood-red moon.

Aarav stood before the hidden staircase in the wine cellar, the same path that had led him and Maya to the ritual chamber days ago.

He could hear it — the heartbeat of the house. Slow. Heavy. Coming from beneath.

Maya clutched the old Blackthorn grimoire. Her face was pale, her voice firm.

"The last mirror… it's below the altar. The Mirror of the Master. The one Ambrose used to speak to the other side."

"I think it's been waiting for me."

The air thickened as they descended.

Torches lit themselves, one by one, as if expecting them. On the walls, blood-red sigils glowed faintly — the Eye of Thorns, over and over again.

The ritual chamber looked the same — seven pedestals in a circle, six now glowing faint gold. And in the center, the black marble altar.

The floor beneath the altar now shimmered like a pool of oil.

"Where's the mirror?" Aarav asked.

Maya stepped forward. "You don't look at this mirror. You step into it."

She nodded grimly. "It's not glass. It's shadow. A soul-trap. It holds Ambrose himself… or what's left of him."

The shadows beneath began to rise — liquid and alive — forming a tall, obsidian mirror that reflected nothing but void.

But older. Twisted. With bleeding eyes and a smile carved too deep.

"You came to finish what I started."

"Then bleed. Offer what I gave you — and the gate shall shut forever."

Maya grabbed his arm. "Don't listen. That thing is not Ambrose. It's what he became."

The mirror shattered — not outward, but inward — sucking the light from the chamber.

A storm of whispers erupted as the walls cracked and a tall figure emerged from the void.

His skin was smoke. His robes moved like fire. His eyes were bottomless.

"You freed the others," he hissed. "But I am the gate."

He raised his hand — the room darkened.

Aarav fell to his knees, the pendant burning into his chest.

Maya screamed, casting a protective sigil. But it cracked in her hand.

And walked straight into the mirror.

Inside the void, Aarav saw everything.

The original ritual. The screams. Eleanor's tears. Amara's sacrifice. Lucien's silence. Thorn's madness. The chapel's lies.

"Your blood ends the curse," Ambrose said. "But only if given freely."

He bit his thumb and pressed it against the glowing eye symbol in the void.

Aarav collapsed back into Maya's arms.

The mirror was gone. The altar was cracked.

And on the ground, burning in gold, were the final words:

All seven mirrors had been found. All seven souls released or sealed.

But as Maya looked at Aarav, she saw something terrifying.

The Final Mirror