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 echo of the fourth toll still vibrated through the stone walls. Maya's arms trembled from the force of the black bell; it wasn't just heavy—it felt alive, like it was resisting her touch.

Above, Ambrose's scream shook the entire manor. Aarav's possessed body slammed through doors and walls as if the building itself was nothing.

"You can't save him, girl," Ambrose's voice boomed, distorted and deep. "The bell will shatter your soul before it frees his."

Maya gritted her teeth and yanked the rope again. The fifth toll rang out, louder and darker this time. A cold wind howled through the chamber, and the shadows on the walls twisted into grotesque faces—screaming, wailing, begging.

"Just two more…" Maya panted, sweat dripping down her face.

Suddenly, footsteps thundered behind her. Aarav's possessed form stood at the doorway, his head tilted unnaturally, his grin wide and cruel.

"Did you think you could hide from me?"

Maya darted to the other side of the chamber, dodging as Aarav lunged at her with inhuman speed. His hands were cold, his nails like claws.

"Aarav, I know you're still in there!" she shouted, tears brimming.

For a split second, his real eyes flickered through the darkness.

"M… Maya… run…" he rasped, before Ambrose's voice swallowed him again.

She grabbed the rope once more and pulled with all her strength. The sixth toll shook the entire underground hall, sending cracks crawling up the walls like black veins. Ambrose roared in pain, clutching his chest inside Aarav's body.

"NO! ONE MORE AND HE IS MINE NO LONGER!"

Suddenly, the chamber darkened completely, as if all light had been swallowed. Maya couldn't see the bell or even her own hands. A cold hand grabbed her shoulder—Aarav's voice whispering:

"Maya… don't… ring it… I'll die…"

She froze. Was it really Aarav or Ambrose tricking her? Her heartbeat pounded in her ears.

Then she remembered Lady Blackthorn's words:

"Ambrose will lie… Aarav will never beg for darkness to win."

Clenching her jaw, Maya spun and yanked the rope one last time.

The seventh toll exploded like thunder.

The shadows screamed. Aarav collapsed to the floor, his body convulsing as black mist poured out of him, shrieking like a thousand dying voices.

The chamber went silent. Maya rushed to Aarav's side, his eyes half-open, sweat and blood streaking his face.

"You… did it," he whispered, his voice weak but his own.

Maya hugged him, tears streaming down her face.

But as they embraced, a faint whisper echoed through the chamber:

"The bell freed him… but it also woke something else."

The ground trembled again—something far worse than Ambrose was stirring beneath Blackthorn Manor.

The Seven Toll Ritual