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 heavy door creaked open, revealing a long corridor lined with dozens of antique mirrors. Each mirror was different—some cracked, some fogged, some pristine as if they were waiting for someone to look inside.

Aarav and Maya stepped in cautiously. The air was colder here, their breath forming faint mist.

"Why are there so many mirrors?" Maya whispered.

"Because this place is built to trap souls," Aarav replied, his voice steady but low.

As they walked further, the mirrors started to whisper faint words, growing louder with every step.

"Ignore them," Aarav said sharply. "They're trying to break your mind."

Maya accidentally looked into one of the larger mirrors. Her reflection was not her own—it was a version of herself with hollow eyes, blood dripping from her lips, and a rope around her neck.

"Aarav! It's me… but I'm dead!" she cried, clutching his arm.

"Look away, Maya! These mirrors feed on fear. Don't give them what they want," he ordered.

One mirror near Aarav suddenly showed him as a boy, standing in front of a burning house. He froze.

"No… that's not real. That night…"

He didn't answer, his fists clenched, anger and guilt flashing in his eyes.

"These mirrors… they know everything," Aarav muttered.

Without warning, a hand made of black glass shot out of the mirror, grabbing Maya by her throat. She screamed as the glassy fingers began to cut into her skin.

"Hold on!" Aarav swung his iron rod, shattering the mirror hand into shards.

But every broken shard turned into tiny whispering faces, all chanting:

As the whispers grew unbearable, one mirror began to glow faintly gold, revealing a key behind its glass.

"That key… it must open the next door!" Maya exclaimed.

"Then we have to break this one too," Aarav said, raising the rod.

But before he could strike, the mirror spoke in a woman's voice:

"Take the key, but leave the girl. Only one can pass."

"Aarav… what if it's true? What if you have to…"

"Don't say that," Aarav interrupted. "We both survive, or none of us do."

He smashed the mirror with a single strike. Black smoke erupted, but the key fell into his hand, cold as ice.

As they reached the end of the hall, a low voice echoed from all the mirrors together:

"Two souls entered… only one will leave."

Aarav looked at Maya, determination blazing in his eyes.

"They're wrong. We're leaving together."

The Hall of Whispering Faces