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

Ambrose Blackthorn's figure, tall and cloaked in writhing shadows, stepped fully out of the cracked mirror. His hollow eyes gleamed with unnatural light—one crimson, the other abyss-black.

Maya clung to Aarav's arm, her trembling voice breaking the silence.

"Aarav… that thing… he's real…"

The name tasted like poison in his mouth.

Ambrose tilted his head, a grin creeping across his skeletal face.

"You carry my blood, boy. I can feel it burning inside you. The sigil on your chest is my gift."

Aarav stepped forward, teeth gritted.

"Your 'gift' is a curse! You killed them, didn't you? Everyone who tried to escape this place—"

Ambrose chuckled, the sound sharp like broken glass.

"They were weak. Blood must feed the mirrors, or the manor dies. And now… your blood will awaken the Seventh Mirror."

Maya's eyes darted to the far wall—

A massive, veiled mirror, unlike the rest. Its frame was carved with skulls, and it pulsed faintly like a living heart.

She whispered, "That's the last one… the final seal…"

"Cut your chest, Aarav. Spill your blood upon the altar, and the power of this house will be yours. Refuse…"

He extended a long, shadowy hand toward Maya.

Aarav's sigil burned hotter, his vision blurring.

Suddenly, memories that weren't his own rushed into his mind — Ambrose standing with a dagger, a woman screaming, fire consuming the Blackthorn family.

"Why are you showing me this?!" Aarav yelled.

"Because you and I… we're the same. You will kill for her. You will bleed for her. And when you do, my curse will become yours."

"NO!" Maya's voice cut through the darkness. She snatched a piece of broken mirror from the floor and held it like a weapon. Her hands shook, but her eyes burned with determination.

"You're not taking him, you hear me?!"

"A brave little bird. Shall I clip your wings?"

Before Aarav could react, Ambrose's shadow shot forward, slamming into his chest.

Aarav screamed as black veins spread across his arms, his gold eye flickering to black.

"Aarav, fight it!" Maya cried, grabbing his shoulders.

"You're stronger than him! Remember who you are!"

For a moment, Aarav's gaze met hers — full of pain, fear… but also love.

Inside Aarav's mind, Ambrose's voice coiled like smoke:

"Give in, boy. Only my power can save her. Do you want to watch her die?"

Aarav's hands tightened. His body trembled violently, caught between surrender and resistance.

Ambrose’s Curse