The Abandoned House: The Secret of the Dark Room

The Abandoned House: The Secret of the Dark Room

On one cold night, with a full moon shining and fog blanketing the ground like a thick veil, a group of friends decided to venture into an abandoned house on the outskirts of their village. Rumors claimed the house was haunted by angry spirits, and that anyone who entered it never came out unscathed. But curiosity outweighed fear, driving them to embark on this mystery-filled journey.

It was midnight when the friends reached the house's decrepit door. The house looked as if it had stepped out of a nightmare: its windows shattered, and its doors creaked eerily with every gust of wind. As they stepped inside, they were hit by a suffocating smell of decay and faint sounds of footsteps, as if someone was trailing them.

The group began exploring the house. Strange engravings adorned the walls, resembling ancient symbols. One of them remarked, "Do you see how these look like spells?" But they decided to ignore it and continued on.

When they reached the upper floor, they found a tightly locked door. Chains covered the rusting door, and on the floor lay an old note written in an odd hand: "Do not open this door. Danger lies behind it." Ignoring the warning, they decided to open it, thinking it was just a trick.

As soon as they broke the chains and opened the door, a gust of cold air burst through, carrying terrifying screams. Inside the room was a large cracked mirror, and in its reflection, they didn’t see themselves but instead other people screaming for help. Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind them, and the walls started closing in as if they intended to swallow them.

One of them screamed, "We need to get out now!" But the door wouldn’t budge. The mirror began pulling them in one by one into a dark realm of no return. The whispers grew louder, as though the spirits residing in the house were trying to communicate. They tried to shatter the mirror, but with every strike, it grew stronger, pulling them in with greater force.

Eventually, only one of them remained in the room. Standing before the mirror, he attempted to negotiate with the spirits. He asked, "What do you want?" A voice replied, "The price for freedom... the blood of the others." He was given a choice: save himself or sacrifice his friends. He chose to face the spirits and fight them, but in the end, he too vanished into the darkness.

The next day, the villagers visited the house and found it as it was, with no trace of the friends. Rumors grew stronger, and the abandoned house became known as “The House of the Angry Spirits.” Anyone who came near it would hear whispers and eerie laughter echoing from within.

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