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 next morning, the sky over Blackthorn Manor was not blue.

Maya stood outside the mansion, staring up.

"It's not over," she whispered. "We sealed the mirrors, but something… woke up."

Behind her, Aarav emerged from the shadows.

His steps were slower. His skin paler. And his left eye — still pitch black.

"Maya," he said calmly. "Do you hear it?"

"The heartbeat… beneath the earth."

Back inside, Maya tore through the old Blackthorn journals — searching for anything on Ambrose's return.

She found a half-burned page, hidden in a secret drawer, written in shaky Latin by Thorn Blackthorn:

"Ambrose did not die. He entered the bloodline.

That night, Aarav stood alone in the library, staring at a painting of Ambrose. The candle beside him flickered black.

Suddenly — a voice inside his mind:

"You've seen the truth. Now carry it."

His breath caught. He looked down — the pendant had melted into his chest. A red sigil burned on his skin — the Eye of Thorns.

Maya burst in, panting. "Aarav, don't move. You're being possessed."

But he looked up slowly, smiling gently.

"I'm not possessed," he whispered.

Literal red drops fell from the sky, soaking the manor grounds.

Trees wilted. Animals fled. The air smelled like copper and rot.

And from beneath the mansion — came a chanting.

Maya followed the sound to the old mausoleum at the back of the estate. Inside, stairs led deeper… to a secret catacomb.

Seven ghostly figures… the released mirror spirits… surrounding Aarav.

Each of them chanting in dead tongues.

At the center, Aarav stood with open arms, his eyes glowing — one gold, one black.

In his hands was a ceremonial dagger. His own blood dripped from the tip.

"The watchers. The guardians. The betrayers."

Maya screamed, "You're not him! Fight it!"

But Aarav looked at her… and for a second, his real self surfaced.

And the chamber… vanished in flame.

Blood Moon Rising