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 fire that erupted in the catacomb was not real fire. It was soul fire black and gold, burning without smoke, scorching the very air.

Maya grabbed Aarav's hand, pulling him away from the chanting spirits.

"Aarav! Fight it! You're stronger than him!"

But Aarav's voice was cold, layered with another tone — deeper, older.

Inside Aarav's mind, it was chaos.

He saw flashes of a dark throne, a hall made of bones, and a man with hollow eyes — Ambrose Blackthorn.

"You carry my blood," the voice hissed.

"Your heart beats for me now. Let me in, Aarav. Together, we can finish what I began."

Aarav clenched his fists, whispering to himself.

"No. I am not you. I am not your weapon."

But with every refusal, the sigil on his chest burned hotter, carving into his skin like fire.

Maya, desperate, remembered something from Thorn's journal:

"Only the Mirror of Shadows can show the true soul of the vessel."

She ran to the storage room, where a cracked, cursed mirror was hidden. The moment she uncovered it, the mirror trembled like it was alive.

Dragging it to the catacomb, she placed it in front of Aarav.

He looked — and what he saw made him fall to his knees.

In the reflection, half his face was Aarav… the other half Ambrose, with black veins crawling from the eye.

The spirits around them stopped chanting. They whispered instead, their voices overlapping:

From the ground emerged a stone altar, soaked in dried blood, with an inscription:

"To seal the vessel, the heart must bleed willingly."

Maya gasped. "No… They want your life."

Aarav looked at her — his gold eye soft, his black eye ruthless.

"What if… I don't want to be sealed?"

The sigil on Aarav's chest flared, and dark energy burst from him, knocking Maya against the wall.

The spirits bent their heads… kneeling.

Ambrose's voice laughed through Aarav's lips.

"Finally, my blood returns to me. This body… perfect."

But just as Ambrose was about to take full control, Maya whispered something:

"Aarav… remember the piano in your mother's room.

The melody… you played for me…"

For a moment, Aarav's hand trembled. His face twisted with conflict.

The Vessel