A Love Letter Written in Tears of Blood

A Love Letter Written in Tears of Blood

It was a dark and silent night. An old, abandoned mansion stood alone under the pale moonlight. The tall iron gate cast long shadows on the ground as a cold wind rustled through the trees. A single flickering lantern inside barely illuminated the crumbling walls, its glow trembling as if afraid of the darkness around it.

Samir hesitated at the entrance, his heart pounding. This mansion held too many memories—his past, his love, and... a painful secret buried deep within its walls.

As he stepped inside, a thick cloud of dust rose, filling his lungs with the scent of decay. Before him stood a grand wooden staircase, its steps creaking softly, and at the very top—a shadow moved.

A chill ran down his spine.

Three Years Ago...

Samir and Anaya. Two souls deeply in love. They would meet every evening in the mansion’s rose garden, whispering dreams of a future together. But behind Anaya’s gentle smile, there was always a trace of sadness—a sorrow she never spoke of.

"Samir, what if I disappear one day?" she had asked him once, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Why would you say that? I would never let you go," he had laughed, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

She smiled, but her eyes held a quiet pain.

That night, she vanished.

No one ever found her—not at her home, not in the mansion. It was as if she had simply... dissolved into the night.

Now...

Samir walked toward the basement, drawn by an unseen force. There, half-buried in dust, lay an old wooden chest. The iron latches were rusted, the wood blackened with age.

His fingers trembled as he pried it open. Inside lay a single piece of paper—aged, brittle, yet terrifyingly familiar.

It was Anaya’s love letter.

But now, new words had appeared, written in what looked like tears of blood.

"Samir… I am still here. Right where you left me..."

A cold breath brushed against his neck. A faint whisper echoed through the room.

"I have been waiting for you, Samir..."

He turned sharply.

There she was.

Anaya.

But not as he remembered her.

Her eyes—once warm and filled with love—were now hollow, bleeding crimson tears. Her hair was tangled, her face a mask of sorrow and something far worse.

"Anaya..." His voice cracked.

"Why have you come now, Samir? Where were you when I needed you?" her voice trembled with pain.

"I... I never abandoned you!" he stammered.

"Didn’t you?" Her gaze bore into his soul.

A gust of wind howled through the basement. The letter in his hands began to bleed, the words dripping down like fresh wounds.

"I never left, Samir… I am still in this mansion... in this basement..."

A horrifying realization struck him.

Anaya had not simply vanished.

She had been murdered.

That night…

Samir had seen it—his own family had ended her life, all to protect their honor. And he… he had done nothing.

Now, her bloodstained love letter had summoned him back.

Anaya stepped closer, her cold fingers grazing his wrist.

"You will stay with me now..." her voice was barely a whisper.

Samir opened his mouth to scream, but no sound escaped.

The flickering lantern went out.

And then, silence.

No one has entered that mansion since. But on nights when the moon is hidden, whispers float through the air—of a love letter still being read… written in tears of blood.