Mimi_Nai

"The Cursed House"

The Wilson family moved into their ancestral home, seeking refuge from financial hardship—unaware that some houses are never forgotten... and never forgive.

At first, everything seemed ordinary—dust-covered furniture, cracked walls, an eerie silence. But as days passed, the house began revealing its true nature: whispers in the dark, doors opening on their own, and memories that didn’t belong to them clawing their way back to life.

Every house has a history… but this one refuses to be buried.

The question is no longer how they will live in this place, but if they can escape… before it’s too late.

"the  cursed house"

Ella crashed onto the cold floor as the door slammed shut behind her. Her back ached from the impact, and when she tried to stand, her knees trembled so violently that her body refused to obey her.

In front of her, in the heart of the darkness, the woman with the red eyes was still standing—smiling.

But it wasn't a normal smile. It was too wide, stretching unnaturally, as if her lips were pulled beyond the limits of a human face.

A soft whisper echoed in the room. Ella flinched. The woman hadn't moved her lips.

This time, the voice came from the walls.

The walls were whispering her name. Multiple voices, overlapping, hushed yet savage.

Then, without warning, the woman moved.

She didn't walk. She didn't crawl. She simply vanished and reappeared closer, as if the space between them had collapsed in an instant.

"Ella... come closer..."

Ella felt something cold brush against her cheek—though the woman was still standing several feet away. The touch was damp… like the hand of someone who had just emerged from water.

The woman moved again, this time with terrifying speed. Suddenly, her face was mere inches from Ella's. Her red eyes burned in the darkness like glowing embers.

"You are not supposed to be here..."

The woman whispered, but her voice wasn't just one—it was hundreds, speaking in unison.

Then, without warning, Ella fell into the abyss.

Beyond the Dreams

Ella woke up gasping for air, sitting upright in her bed.

Her clothes were drenched in sweat, and tears streaked her face.

"Was it just a dream?"

She placed a trembling hand over her chest, feeling her heart pounding so violently it threatened to shatter her ribs. She glanced around.

Her room was just as she had left it.

No woman with red eyes. No whispers. No chained door.

She reached out toward the bedside table to turn on the lamp. Her fingers brushed against something cold.

She turned her head sharply, her eyes widening in horror.

A rusty key lay on the table, dripping with black liquid.

Her shaking hands picked it up. It was heavy, and the black droplets seeping from it carried a foul stench—a mix of mold and metal.

"This… this can't be real."

But then she touched her neck—and felt something else that made her blood freeze.

She turned slowly toward the mirror.

A handprint was imprinted on her skin. A cold hand. A hand that had crawled straight out of hell.

She flinched at the voice outside her door.

"Ella? Are you awake? I heard you screaming."

She glanced at the key in her hand. Should she tell him? Would he think she was insane?

She took a shaky breath and answered, "I… I'm fine."

"Okay… but if you need anything, I'm here."

She listened as his footsteps faded down the hall. But her heartbeat didn't slow.

Ella looked at the key again, then at her still-damp fingers, coated in that strange, inky liquid.

"This isn't a dream."

Something in this house had been waiting for her.

Something that had opened the locked door—and had no intention of closing it again.

⚫️ Chapter Three: "The Path to Darkness"