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 hallway beyond the underground chamber was colder than ice. Maya's ankle still burned where the rotting hand had grabbed her, and Aarav kept glancing at her pale face, worried but determined.

"We keep moving," Aarav said, tightening his grip on the lantern. "The mirrors… they're somewhere deeper inside."

They turned a corner and stopped in front of a large wooden door. The surface was stained a deep crimson, almost as if it had been painted with blood. Above it, an old brass plaque read:

A cold shiver ran down Maya's spine. "Do you… do you hear that?"

A faint sound of wedding bells echoed from behind the door—soft, but distorted, as though played underwater.

Aarav pushed the door open with a creak.

Inside, the room looked like a wedding suite frozen in time. The walls were draped in faded red silk, the bed covered with an ancient, blood-stained wedding dress. A broken mirror stood in one corner, its surface cracked like a spider web.

Maya stepped closer to the bed. "This dress… it's still wet."

Before Aarav could respond, the fabric twitched—like something alive was moving beneath it.

The dress suddenly rose into the air, filling out as if an invisible bride was wearing it. The veil fell back, revealing a ghastly face. The bride's skin was pale and torn, her lips stitched together with black thread. Blood dripped from beneath her gown, forming dark puddles on the floor.

Her voice—though her mouth did not move—echoed in their heads:

"He promised me forever… but left me to bleed on my wedding night."

The cracked mirror in the corner pulsed like a beating heart. Aarav felt a wave of nausea. "Maya… I think this is one of the seven mirrors."

Before they could act, the bride screamed. Her stitches tore open as black blood splattered across the walls. The sound shattered the lantern glass, plunging them into semi-darkness.

"Wear it. Become me. Or I will tear you apart."

The wedding dress flung itself toward Maya, wrapping around her arms like chains. Maya cried out as the blood-soaked fabric began to squeeze.

Aarav spotted an iron ring—a wedding ring—lying on the table. It glowed faintly red. He grabbed it, feeling it burn his palm, and shouted:

The bride turned, her hollow eyes fixed on Aarav. Her voice became a scream that made the floor shake.

Aarav hurled the iron ring at the cracked mirror. It shattered with a deafening scream, shards flying like knives. The bride let out an inhuman wail as her form began to melt into blood.

Maya collapsed on the floor, coughing. The dress turned into ash around her.

Aarav pulled her up. "That's one mirror down… six more to go."

Just as they turned to leave, a faint whisper filled the room:

"She knows you're coming… and she is waiting… in the room of shadows."

Aarav and Maya exchanged a look. They didn't know who she was, but one thing was clear—this mansion wasn't going to let them go alive.

The Room of the Red Bride