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 night inside Blackthorn Manor grew unnaturally still. Every candle flickered as if struggling to breathe, and the walls groaned under some unseen weight.

Aarav lay on the cold marble floor, his body trembling as black veins crawled across his skin. Maya knelt beside him, clutching his hand.

"Aarav… you can fight this. Look at me!"

But his eyes—once warm hazel—now gleamed with crimson-black light.

Inside his mind, Aarav was trapped in a dark void.

Ambrose stood there, tall and cloaked in smoke, smiling like a predator.

"Your body is mine now, boy. She'll love me… even when I wear your face."

Aarav roared, his voice echoing in the void.

But chains made of blood-red mist coiled around him, dragging him to his knees.

Back in the real world, the sigil on Aarav's chest burned like molten iron. Maya gasped as she saw the symbol twist and change, turning into Ambrose's crest.

Suddenly, Aarav's hand shot out and gripped Maya's wrist too tightly.

"M-Maya…" he whispered, but his voice wasn't his own.

The seventh mirror shimmered, reflecting not Aarav, but Ambrose's true face—a skeletal smile and hollow eyes.

"If his blood won't open the mirror… yours will."

Before Maya could react, Aarav's possessed body lunged at her, pinning her to the floor. His grip was strong, his gaze wild.

"Stop fighting, Maya," Ambrose's voice echoed from Aarav's lips. "Once I take his heart, you'll be mine forever."

In a desperate attempt, Maya touched his face, her tears streaming.

"Aarav, I know you're still in there… You saved me before, remember? Save me again!"

For a flicker of a second, Aarav's real self fought through the shadows. His grip loosened, and he whispered hoarsely:

But the black veins surged again, Ambrose pulling him deeper into possession.

Just then, somewhere deep within the manor, a midnight bell rang—three times.

The seventh mirror cracked slightly, a faint glow leaking out.

Maya realized — something in the manor was resisting Ambrose's power.

"Whoever's helping us… I need to find that bell," she muttered, her mind racing.

Possession Night