I Found a Hidden Room in My Grandmother’s House

I Found a Hidden Room in My Grandmother’s House

Chapter 1: Visit

Ended as a grandma. I was sent to pack her old Victorian home. My parents couldn't stand it to do that. They said it hurts too much. For me, it was a bitter job. I spent a lot of summer there as my kids went through the hallways, lit up the hallways, hiding in cupboards, and played with dusty antiques. However, we did not visit for many years.

Now the house is silent. Nevertheless. It was as if I were waiting.

Chapter 2: Flair Board Keys

Two days after cleaning, a loose Dledboard noticed in the hallway upstairs. Strangely enough, I found a small brass key wrapped in aged yellow dough, breastfed and matured. The fabric smelled like cedar and old perfume - a grandma scent.

Keys are not marked. There are no days. There is no indication of where it belongs.

But something felt...heavy.

Chapter 3: Late evening

The door, who hadn't noticed passed the linen cabinet and frozen. There was also a door.

The door I sweared was not there before.

colors matched the wall. The handle was cloudy with the light of the weak hole and was barely visible. It looked...old.

My heart beating when I tried the brass key. It clicked with a satisfying, threatening sound.

The door creaks.

Chapter4: A non-existent room.

That didn't make any sense. Grandma's house didn't have a basement. At least I've never seen it before.

I hesitated, then got off and grabbed my flashlight. The air was cold every step. On the ground there was a doorless entry to a small windowless room. The wallpaper was switched between moisture and time. A single rocking chair sat in the middle, facing a broken mirror.

That was everything.

until I went - and then I saw the child's bill inside the door where I just came.

Chapter 5: Whispers from the Wall

I didn't sleep that night. The house squealed and moaned more than usual. I heard a whisper at 3:07am.

It came from a hidden staircase.

I got out of bed and stood in the hallway and listened. The whispers were weak - the kids. Repeat something. name?

"Annabelle... Annabelle..."

I ran back to bed. That was my mother's second name.

Chapter 6: Grandma’s Journal

"She always asks her doll. I said she was gone. She said she wasn't real. But I will never forget the room."

"I shouldn't have opened the door. This room is not part of this world."

The last entry was dated 30 years ago.

"The mirror of today has broken. I heard her laugh."

Chapter 7: Mirror Secret

I returned to my hidden room and stood in front of the broken mirror.

It wasn't just cracking - it was distorted. How did the glass itself wobble?

When I approached, I saw no reflection.

I saw a little girl.

She was standing barefoot in an old fashioned nightgown behind a rocking chair. Her eyes were dark, wide, and she didn't flash. She made something a pinnacle.

I was screwed upwards, and the sound of a rocking chair followed me like a staircase.

Chapter 8: Doll

I needed to know more.

I dug into the attic and found a locked wooden box. Inside there was a porcelain doll - scratched, faded, missing eyes. A paper label was tied to his wrist: Annabelle.

I held it for a while, and the air turned. My vision is blurry. I heard him laugh behind me, but I was alone.

The doll's head shifted slightly in my hand.

Chapter 9: Room Closure: That night, I brought the doll into a hidden room. The girl was waiting. This time she was not in the mirror - she was sitting in a chair.

It stood slowly and reached for the doll.

Her face softened when she took it.

Then she whispered: "Thank you."

The wall groaned. The floor trembled. The mirror was completely crushed. I dropped my flashlight and ran.

When I returned to the morning - the door disappeared. Wallpapers are only available from . No stairs.

No rooms.

Chapter 10: The house will sleep again. It's been a month. The family is now quiet. Peaceful.

I was in the room, the mirror, the girl said. Some stories don't have to be believed. They just have to be told.

But I kept a journal. And sometimes I still hear whispers in my dreams.

"Annabelle ... Annabelle ..."

And am I really alone in the house?

or just wait for the next person to find the key.