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 narrow passage twisted like the spine of some ancient beast. The walls were damp, covered with moss that smelled of wet decay. Aarav held the lantern ahead of them, its weak flame flickering as if afraid to reveal what lay ahead.

"I don't think we're under the mansion anymore," Maya whispered.

"No… this place feels older. Much older," Aarav replied, his voice tense.

The passage opened into a circular chamber. In the center stood an old stone well, but instead of water, the surface was black and still, like a mirror of tar.

Maya stepped closer, her reflection warped in the liquid darkness.

"It's… it's not water," she said.

A faint whisper rose from the well.

"Aarav Mehta… you cannot hide from blood."

Suddenly, human faces began to rise from the surface—dozens of them.

They floated like pale masks, their hollow eyes fixed on Aarav and Maya. Some were crying, others were screaming silently.

"These faces… they're alive," Maya gasped.

"No. They're the souls this place has taken," Aarav muttered, gripping his iron rod tighter.

One of the faces, a woman with long, wet black hair, spoke in a broken whisper:

"Leave while you can… The mirrors will drink your blood…"

More faces surfaced, overlapping voices like an unholy choir.

"The seven mirrors must be broken before the Blood Moon rises… or you will join us…"

"She is watching you… she knows your name…"

The faces all turned toward Maya at once, their mouths stretching wide in silent screams. The black liquid began to boil violently.

Without warning, a rotting hand shot out from the well, grabbing Maya's ankle. She screamed as the grip burned her skin like fire.

He swung his rod, smashing the hand, but another skeletal arm rose, clutching his wrist.

Aarav spotted a rusted chain hanging near the well. With one hard pull, he knocked over a heavy iron grate that slammed onto the well, severing the arms. The faces sank back into the black water, their screams echoing into silence.

"That… that thing wasn't just a spirit. It was real."

"This house is feeding on souls," Aarav said, his voice hard. "And we're next if we don't find those mirrors."

The Well of Silent Faces