The Shadow Beyond the Door
A Chilling Tale of Fear, Mystery, and Survival
In the small town of Ravenshollow, the people whispered about an abandoned mansion at the edge of the forest: Blackthorn Manor. It had not been lived in for decades. Strange sounds, fleeting shadows, and a door that no one dared to open were all rumored.
A young, spirited journalist-Evelyn-could not let that opportunity slip away. With a camera and recorder in hand, she stepped into the mansion on that cold, moonless night.
The air was thick inside, heavy with the scent of decay. The wooden floors creaked under her footsteps as she made her way down the great hallways. Then she saw it-the door. Unlike the rest of the mansion, this door was pristine, carved with intricate patterns of twisting vines. It seemed to pulse faintly, as if alive.
Evelyn's heart was pounding, and she reached for the handle. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Was it fear, or was it something more? She took a deep breath and turned the handle.
The door creaked open, revealing a dark void. It wasn't a room but an endless expanse of nothingness. As she stepped closer, a faint whisper echoed, calling her name.
Suddenly, the shadows twisted around her, coalescing into a monstrous figure; its hollow eyes and jagged teeth seemed to mock her bravery. Evelyn screamed, stumbling backward, but the creature would give her no quarter.
What happened next is anyone's guess. Her camera was found the following morning on the outskirts of the woods, the footage distorted and grim. Evelyn was never heard from again, but in Ravenshollow, whispers began to grow louder. Many spoke of hearing her voice coming from Blackthorn Manor, warning others not to enter.
Yet, it is the door that still stands today, awaiting the next person who dares to come inside.
About the Creator
Kamal Pun
"A storyteller at heart, I write about anything that sparks curiosity—from personal growth to everyday experiences. My words aim to entertain, inspire, and provoke thought. Dive in and explore the many facets of life through my lens!"
Logic and reason are not always explanation enough.
Logic and reason are not always explanation enough. Understanding is elusive He sat looking at the half empty glass but not seeing it, he was cold but not feeling it, he was in pain but not hurting from it. His mind was numb, his memory a jumble of conflicting events, as if from a nightmare but were in fact real. The phone rang for a long time before it gained his attention and then he tried to turn it off, an automatic reaction against coming back to reality. His mind preferred the numbness to anything else that was available. In this distracted state he accidentally accepted the call and put it onto speaker, the voice from the speaker jolted him into giving it his full attention. This was a call from the dead. The voice was full of concern, “where are you John, why haven’t you called, what is going on?” Even to his own ears his tone sounded subdued, defeated, “I am in the cabin, in the woods but I am OK will call you later” and he turned the phone off both ending this call and not accepting any other.
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