My short story about a real state experience

Once upon a time, in a quaint town shrouded in mystery, i was working as a real state agent i got an intriguing call. A dilapidated mansion, known as Ravenhurst Manor, had been abandoned for decades and was finally up for sale. Eager to close the deal, I couldn't resist the allure of this decaying architectural masterpiece, despite the unsettling rumors that surrounded it.As i stepped foot into Ravenhurst Manor, an icy chill crept up my spine. The atmosphere was suffocating, and the air seemed to whisper ancient secrets. The creaking floorboards echoed through the empty halls, and a sense of foreboding hung in the stale air.Night fell, and i stayed overnight to finalize the paperwork. That's when the nightmare began. Shadows danced on the walls, taking shape into ghastly figures. Ghostly whispers echoed from the depths of the house, filling my mind with dread. Unseen hands brushed against me, sending shivers down my spine.I attempted to escape, but the doors slammed shut, trapping me within the mansion's clutches. The spirits of long-departed owners emerged, their tortured souls seeking revenge for past wrongs. The walls oozed with blood, and sinister laughter filled the air.Days turned into weeks as i was sanity teetered on the edge. i then discovered a hidden room, adorned with macabre artifacts and a malevolent presence that seeped into her very being. The mansion became a nightmarish labyrinth, twisting and shifting its layout, ensuring i remained trapped.Just as i was on the verge of surrender, a courageous historian uncovered a forgotten diary. It revealed the dark history of Ravenhurst Manor, a place cursed by unspeakable horrors. Armed with this knowledge, the historian performed a ritual to release the trapped spirits, freeing me from the clutches of the haunted mansion.I emerged, forever scarred by the supernatural ordeal i had endured. Ravenhurst Manor, forever tainted by its gruesome past, stood as a grim reminder of the madness that lay within its walls. And the legend of its haunting would forever echo through the town, warning others to steer clear of the cursed real estate that had claimed the souls of so many. Seeking Local

After that i had to get a professional help because i was still dealing with a trauma and i think i will never forget that day. Even now i don't resist a strange noise from nowhere i freak and avoid being alone. that job was real a challenge for me. But somehow somewhere i judge myself because i there was a way of avoiding all that from the beginning i supposed to ask around the community and get more information about that house and but i trusted myself enough even though my insticts talked to me. I really really suffered to un-recall all that but then my family were there for and they give me a support throughout my freaking condition i went to the different sychologist i attended the session but i saw a result after a full six months. at first i promise myself that i will not tell anyone this story but i realised that there is other real agent workers out there who need to here this and my advice to the is that they should make sure that they gather a whole information about the house the client wants because it's not safe to be a real state agent. It's require a nerve to my last advice that i would empasise is to.

Tapping into the knowledge of the local community would have been beneficial. Speaking with neighbors or town residents might have revealed tales of the mansion's haunted reputation, allowing the buyer to proceed with caution or reconsider altogether