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 old mansion trembled as if something deep within its walls had just woken up. Aarav and Maya stood frozen, their breaths sharp, watching the cracked mirror glow with a sinister black light.

"It's… alive," Maya whispered, stepping back.

"No," Aarav replied grimly, "it's watching us."

A chilling whisper slithered into their minds:

"One of seven… the first mirror has opened. To break me, you must bleed."

"It wants our blood. That's how these cursed things survive."

"Aarav, if we give it what it wants… it might take everything."

Suddenly, shadows crawled out of the mirror, forming the shape of twisted, faceless humans. Their movements were jerky, like broken dolls.

"Run?" Maya asked, her voice trembling.

"No. If we turn our backs, they'll kill us," Aarav said, pulling out the rusted iron rod he had found earlier.

One shadow reached out and transformed into something horrifying—a copy of Maya's face, but bloodied and grinning.

"Aarav… that thing… it looks like me!" she cried.

"It's feeding on your fear. Don't look at it!" Aarav shouted, smashing the rod into the shadow, which screamed like shattered glass.

The blow caused the mirror to crack slightly, oozing black liquid like tar. The voice hissed angrily:

"You dare strike me? Your soul will drown in my darkness."

Aarav wiped the black blood from his hands.

"If breaking you is the only way, then I'll destroy every mirror in this cursed house."

Just as they thought they had weakened it, Maya's reflection didn't vanish. Instead, it smiled and whispered:

"You're already dead, Maya. You just don't know it yet."

Maya screamed, falling into Aarav's arms as the room shook violently.

"It's lying. Don't believe it. We'll survive this—together," Aarav said firmly.

The mirror suddenly stopped glowing, and with a loud creak, the next door in the hallway unlocked by itself.

"The game isn't over," Aarav muttered, "it just wants us to keep going."

The First Mirror Awakens