She

The old mansion had been abandoned for decades, its grandeur and beauty slowly being consumed by the passing of time. Despite its history and intrigue, the house was a place to be avoided, a place where people whispered of dark secrets and unexplained occurrences.

But I was not one to believe in rumors or superstitions. I was a skeptic, a seeker of truth and reason. So when I received an invitation to stay in the mansion for a week, I jumped at the opportunity.

As I entered the house, a chill ran down my spine. The air inside was thick and heavy, and the shadows seemed to move of their own accord. I shrugged it off as mere imagination and began to explore.

The first few days passed without incident. I spent my time researching the history of the house and its former occupants. But as the days went by, I started to feel a presence around me. At first, it was just a faint feeling, a sense of being watched. But soon, it became more intense, more palpable.

I tried to ignore it, to focus on my research. But the presence grew stronger, more menacing. I started to hear whispers in the night, soft and raspy. The voice was always just out of earshot, but I could make out one word: "She."

I searched the house from top to bottom, but there was no one there. I was alone, or so I thought.

One night, I woke up to find a figure standing in my bedroom doorway. She was tall and gaunt, with long silver hair and eyes that seemed to bore into my soul. I tried to scream, but my voice was frozen in my throat.

She moved closer, her eyes fixed on me. I could feel her breath on my skin, cold and rank. And then, she spoke. Her voice was like nothing I had ever heard before, a low, husky whisper that sent shivers down my spine.

"You should not have come here," she said. "Now you will never leave."

And with that, she vanished. I was left shaken and alone, wondering if I had really seen her or if it was just my imagination playing tricks on me.

But as the days passed, the occurrences grew more frequent and more intense. I started to feel like I was being stalked, like she was waiting for me around every corner. And then, one night, I found her in the basement, standing in front of an old, rusted door.

"She" was carved into the metal in bold, blood-red letters. And as I watched, the door creaked open, revealing a darkness so black it seemed to have a life of its own.

I tried to run, but my feet were frozen in place. And then, she spoke again, her voice like a cold wind in my ear.

"Welcome to my home," she said. "You will never leave."

And with that, the darkness consumed me, and I was never seen or heard from again.

The old mansion still stands today, a testament to the horrors that took place within its walls. And if you listen closely, you can still hear the whispers of "She," beckoning you to come and stay a while.

Some say that on certain nights, when the moon is full and the wind is just right, you can see her standing in the window of the mansion, her silver hair blowing in the breeze. Others claim to have seen her in the woods, her eyes glowing like embers in the dark.

But one thing is certain: if you ever find yourself in front of that old, rusted door, do not open it. Do not go inside. For once you enter her domain, you will never leave.