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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 catacomb trembled like a living creature.

The cracked ceiling dripped with black liquid, as if the darkness itself was bleeding.

Aarav stood before the stone altar, his chest glowing with the burning sigil. His breath was heavy, his eyesone gold, one black locked on Maya.

"The altar wants my blood," Aarav whispered, his voice half his, half Ambrose's.

"But if I give it… what will remain of me?"

Through a small crack above them, the Blood Moon appeared, its red glow sliding into the catacomb like a blade.

Maya could feel the pull of something dark — a force that wanted Aarav's soul. She stepped forward, her voice shaking.

"Aarav, listen to me… You are not Ambrose. You are you! Don't let this place decide who you are."

But Ambrose's voice hissed through Aarav's lips:

"She lies. The altar does not take — it gives. It will make you powerful, enough to protect her… or to destroy her."

Aarav looked down at the knife that had appeared on the altar — a black blade with veins of silver, pulsing like it had a heartbeat.

The moment it touched his skin, he saw visions — a burning mansion, screaming faces, mirrors shattering into pools of blood.

"No!" Maya screamed and ran to him, grabbing his wrist. "You can't! This isn't the way. We'll find another way to stop Ambrose—"

But the spirits in the room began chanting again. Their hollow voices grew louder, shaking the catacomb:

"Blood for blood. The Vessel must bleed."

The altar lit up, its cracks glowing red. The blade in Aarav's hand moved on its own, pressing against his chest.

Suddenly, a shadowy hand emerged from the ground and grabbed Maya's ankle, pulling her down.

She screamed as another shadow pinned her arms.

"MAYA!" Aarav's real voice cut through the darkness for a moment. He dropped the blade and rushed to her.

But before he could reach her, the mirror behind them cracked fully, revealing something horrifying —

a black figure with hollow eyes stepping out of it

The figure smiled, its voice like a whisper inside their bones.

"Why fight me, Aarav? I am you… and soon, you'll be nothing but my shadow."

The spirit of Ambrose Blackthorn had manifested, standing in flesh and darkness.

Aarav froze, his breath caught in his throat.

For the first time, he saw the man whose blood cursed him.

The Bloody Altar