HORROR STORY: An old home covered in ivy and shadows, its once-grand façade, stood on the outskirts of a little, forgotten town. The house was said to be haunted, so nobody went near it. The people around here whispered in low voices about the family that had disappeared decades before. It was rumored that their ghosts continued to haunt the house, imprisoned there by some evil force.
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Attracted by the mystery surrounding the estate, a curious young woman named Emily came to town one cool October evening. Emily was a journalist by trade and had always had a fascination with the paranormal. She was determined to find out, so she made the decision to stay overnight in the home in the hopes of encountering something remarkable for HORROR STORY.
Up close, the mansion looked much more intimidating. She pushed open the creaking iron gates, and the front door gave a protesting creak as she stepped inside. Inside, there was an overwhelming smell of rot and dust. Unsettling patterns on the walls were created by the moonlight that seeped through the broken windows. Emily shuddered but continued exploring, her flashlight creating a small beam of light.
Her footsteps reverberated through the empty rooms as she began on the ground floor. The room was furnished with elaborate, fading furnishings and a stately piano covered in spiderwebs. Emily started to feel uneasy as she went from room to room. The silence made the creaks and groans in the house seem as though they were watching her. She dismissed her concern as the product of her hyperactive imagination.
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The atmosphere didn’t shift until she climbed to the second story. Her flashlight flickered and the temperature dropped. A door she discovered was half open, showing a little bedroom. It looked as though someone had departed quickly because the room was left in an uncomfortable state of disorder. One wall had a bed covered in dust, with its covers
Emily entered and the ancient picture on the nightstand came to life under the light of her flashlight. A family—two parents and a small child—was depicted in the picture. Their eyes were excessively dark, their smiles unnervingly wide. Her breath caught as a sudden, piercing chill blew across the room as she studied the photo. Emily sensed a chilly, suffocating presence as the air appeared to get thicker.
Resolved to maintain composure, Emily inhaled deeply and carried on with her research. She pulled open an ancient, moth-eaten closet in the corner. She found a little wooden box with elaborate carvings among the clothes. Her interest aroused, she cautiously opened it. There were old, fragile, yellowed letters inside. Glancing through them, she discovered who wrote them:
The last letter wasn’t like the others. It was rapidly written, the ink smearing. It said, “They are pursuing us.” We are unable to flee. The living house takes its food from our fear. We cannot leave it.”
Emily read the terrifying words, and her heart raced. The room began to lose heat, and there was a low, guttural mutter that got louder and more desperate. Her flashlight beaming through the empty room, she whirled around. Shadows moved along the walls, bending and twisting in strange directions.
Emily scrambled down the steps in a panic, but the mansion appeared to move around her. Hallways extended and shifted, with doors that led nowhere. The murmurs became a chorus of voices, all of them wailing in agony. Her lights flickered wildly as she felt cold, clammy fingertips brush against her skin.
At last, she discovered herself back in the foyer, gasping for air. The front door was stuck shut, the same door that moments ago had seemed so inviting. She hammered on it desperately, but it refused to budge. The house was closing in on her, and it moaned and moved as though it were alive.
Abruptly, the magnificent piano in the living room started to play on its own, with its keys evoking an eerie, discordant tune. Emily reached her breaking point. She staggered in the direction of the sound and was pulled back into the room where the picture had been discovered. The sound of the piano appeared to reverberate off the walls and originate from all directions.
Now the room was a totally different place. The floor had vanished, leaving behind a gaping, dark void in its place. The spectral forms of the family from the picture appeared out of the shadows. Their faces twisted into mute screams, their eyes hollow. Their hands were transparent but dripping with something dark as they extended their arms toward Emily.
Emily let out a scream and turned to go, but the house stopped her. The phantom figures were blocking her route, trapping her. With a cold touch that sent shivers down her spine, they closed in on her, their somber howls filling her ears.
Emily reached for the old box and tossed it into the abyss in a last-ditch effort. The home seemed to creak and groan as it vanished into the night. The ghosts gave one long cry and then vanished, and the stifling air parted. With a creak, the front door opened, and Emily staggered out into the crisp night air, her hands shaking.
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She left the mansion without turning around. The old mansion was silent again, its secrets untouched as it awaited the next inquisitive person to step through its doors. Emily never talked about what happened to her, but the fear she experienced that evening never left her. The mansion was still a gloomy, menacing sight on the outskirts of town, its mysteries lying in wait for anyone dumb enough—or brave enough—to seek them out. Purani Haveli IS BEST HORROR STORY.
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