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The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 21
The flickering firelight cast long shadows across the walls of the base camp's central cabin, where the team had gathered after escaping the malevolent clutches of Blackwood Asylum. Slumped in mismatched chairs around a worn wooden table, they each bore the look of those who had stared too long into the abyss and had felt its cold gaze in return.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 20. Content Warning.
The decaying walls of the asylum seemed to pulse with a life of their own, the air thick with a symphony of tortured whispers and guttural moans that clawed at the edges of sanity. Shadows danced and flickered in the periphery, never fully revealing their sources, as if the light itself was afraid to touch the darkness that swelled within this forsaken place.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Horror
Mounisha, Frishila, and Her Friends India. AI-Generated.
On the outskirts of a small, forgotten village, nestled deep within the shadows of an ancient forest, stood an old, abandoned mansion. Tales of its dark history whispered through the generations, speaking of unspeakable horrors and restless spirits that roamed its decaying halls. It was said that anyone who ventured into the mansion never returned, their souls forever trapped within its haunted confines.
By PRABAKARAN C2 years ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 15. Content Warning.
Alice's hand grazed the crumbling wall of the corridor as she ventured deeper into the labyrinthine asylum. Each step was cautious, her boots scuffing against the debris-strewn floor, the sound reverberating off the decayed walls and amplifying her isolation. Dust particles danced in the thin shafts of light that penetrated the oppressive darkness, creating ghostly streaks in the air. She could taste the mustiness of disuse and despair that clung to the back of her throat, a pungent reminder of the building's tragic past.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 19. Content Warning.
Panic clawed through the stifling air of the abandoned asylum as the team confronted the formless malice that bled from the very walls. Jack's hands were steady despite the chaos, clutching an ancient relic that pulsed with a power that was both alien and terrifying. Beside him, Sarah brandished a silver dagger etched with runes, her eyes alight with fierce determination.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 18. Content Warning.
The flickering candlelight cast uneasy shadows across the maps and artifacts scattered on the worn table. Jack's fingers traced the edges of a photograph—Emma, her smile as bright as the courage she had shown. In the quiet of the base camp, with only the wind's mournful howls against the crumbling asylum walls for company, he couldn't escape the weight of her absence.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 17. Content Warning.
Darkness pressed in from all sides, thick and palpable, as the team huddled together in the decrepit heart of the asylum. Their breaths came in ragged gasps, visible puffs of fear that were devoured by the shadows. Around them, the air was alive with whispers—malevolent spirits swirling in a dance of ancient rage, brushing against the barrier of their circle with icy tendrils of malice.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 16. Content Warning.
Jack stood motionless in the dimly lit hallway, the solitary beam of his flashlight slicing through the oppressive gloom and throwing grotesque shadows against the crumbled walls. Dust motes danced within the light's narrow column, twirling like lost souls in the stagnant air. His shadow loomed over peeling paint and water stains that bore an uncanny resemblance to screaming faces frozen in time. Jack's posture was rigid, as if bracing against a gale only he could feel, and his brow furrowed deeply, etching the struggle that roiled inside him.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 14. Content Warning.
Panic was a tangible entity, clawing at the edges of their sanity as the team dispersed like shadows through the decrepit rooms of the asylum. Time was a merciless warden, its ticking a reminder that each second squandered brought them closer to an unspeakable doom. Dust motes danced in the slivers of light piercing the gloom, mocking their frantic search for the sacred components needed to complete the cleansing ritual.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Horror
The Blackwood Mystery: Chapter 13. Content Warning.
The glow from the lanterns cast wavering shadows over the walls of the makeshift base camp, where the team had congregated after a long night of sifting through the asylum's spectral history. Emma's voice rose with enthusiasm as she unfurled a set of dusty blueprints on the central table.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Horror
An actual horror tale
I started renting an investment property lodge two or three months in 2023 when my father also, I were kicking heads and I expected to move out the genuine tenant of the loft was having his very own issues making him leave the loft and I'll simply allude to him as my property manager to make it simpler the lodge was a whole unit rental and it was paid month which was great for my briefly crappy circumstance it was two stories in fact a little kitchen fair measured living space and one room that you needed to climb a little stairway to get to and there was an eccentric seal type entryway that you'd need to open to get to the higher up room I had previously been there for a month I paid for the second month's lease as of now by this point so I was completely arranged there the lodge sat toward the finish of a country road with a couple other correspondingly estimated lodge type houses one was empty to the extent that I knew in light of the fact that I never saw vehicles left out front or lights on different houses well I never met the neighbors yet I knew individuals lived in them I work 12-hour shifts once in a while and when I return home I'm totally depleted and we'll simply go directly to bed and sit in front of the television until I nod off this was one of those evenings I returned home made a peanut butter and jam sandwich and a protein shake as my late night supper then, at that point, hit the sack I continuously Shut the Entryway in the Floor each night I view myself as un agreeable around evening time having the entry to your room opens something about it makes however, me feel uncovered or defenseless this Entryway in the Floor didn't have a lock this lodge was made for one individual or on the other hand a couple I was staring at the television in bed at the point when I heard it a voice from down underneath expressing who's up there I quickly felt my heart stop briefly as I shot up to an upstanding position and seemed like it came from inside the house yet it additionally might have perhaps come from outside I snatched the television remote to switch off the Television I crept over to take a gander at the roundabout window over the bed I didn't see anybody out there yet it was too exceptionally dull I expressed who's there and the stunning quiet that followed a while later drove me to getting off the bed also, putting my hand on the handle to the entryway I lifted the entryway and peered down the flight of stairs I really said my father's name thinking perhaps he came around there was no reaction I strolled first floor I was very frightened I flicked on the first light switch I passed the living room illuminated as I expected toward the rear of my head there wasn't anybody down there I was all the while crediting this to somebody from outside I turned on the front outside light and peered out the windows furthermore, there wasn't anybody in front by this point I was truly befuddled I switched off the lounge room light and climbed the steps back to my room closing the entryway in the floor I was really alert at this point so I betrayed and not even after 5 minutes I heard beats on the room entryway from underneath they sounded irate or like they should terrify me assuming that there was any uncertainty before this affirmed it somebody was in the house I left the television on this time and just remained totally unmoving on the grounds that I was truly as well terrified to move an inch the most startling part was whoever was down there could without much of a stretch open the entryway as there was no karma I laid quiet for around 20 minutes and when I felt agreeable to move I looked for my telephone and obviously of all times it wasn't on my end table I proved unable find it I might have left it first floor so I opened the entryway of my room and peered down the steps with the continually changing light from the Television screen I could see a tiny bit of touch down the steps to the parlor so I went down the steps unobtrusively and when at the base as opposed to turning on any lights I ran out the secondary passage Shoeless also, raced to the closest neighbor's home where I realized individuals resided and I saw their lights were on I thumped on the entryway a lot of times and afterward I took note somebody at the window close to the entryway taking a gander at me I didn't have the foggiest idea how long they had been watching me I hollered through the glass making sense of what happened that I'm his neighbor and that I want a telephone to call the police he certainly heard me yet he recently gazed at me it was disrupting and I began to move in an opposite direction from the entryway as I understood he wasn't in any event, answering me just creepily watching me I checked out the street and saw no different houses in the distance with their lights on quickly L I had an idea consider the possibility that that person had something to do with it I returned to my rental through the back entryway which was shut very much like I left it I headed inside and locked it and turned on each light in the minimalistic home I looked for a gatecrasher as well as my telephone first floor and I at long last seen as my telephone in my vehicle when I remembered to look there I was so drained before that I left it in the mid control area I returned inside the television was still on up in the room I climbed the steps and when I got to the top I saw somebody sitting on my bed gazing at the television it was a man I shouted and he turned his head gradually to take a gander at me and before I could see whatever else I ran down the steps furthermore, outside and presently with my telephone called 911 I sat in my locked vehicle watching the house on the line with 911 and I saw somebody strolling past the patio of the house vanishing into the forest I told the administrator this when a squad car showed up the one official really look at the house and higher up room after I let him know that I saw somebody doubtlessly the Gatecrasher leave into the forest he inquired as to whether I had some other spots to remain that evening thus I bitten the bullet and returned to my father's home for the night subsequent to pressing a portion of my significant stuff I got back to the house the following day and remained one more night then, at that point, gathered the remainder of my stuff fortunately the landowner consented to giving me a portion of my cash back he inquired me what the man resembled and later that he posed no more inquiries which to me is pretty sus something was strange in that circumstance from that dreadful neighbor disregarding me to the property manager's irregular earnest need to move out to somebody fall on breaking into the house perhaps it's all associated or perhaps I'm overthinking
By Mohamed sha2 years ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 12. Content Warning.
Jack's flashlight beam cut through the stifling darkness of the records room, a narrow column of light sweeping across cobweb-draped shelves and stacks of yellowing parchment. He coughed as dust motes danced in the air, disturbed after decades of stagnation. The stench of mold and decay clawed at his nostrils, but it was the hunger for hidden truths that tightened his chest more than the musty air.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Horror
