The Curse of the Abandoned House: A Mystery That Never Leaves

That night, the wind howled fiercely, making the branches sway and produce eerie rustling sounds. The moonlight faintly illuminated an old house at the end of the deserted residential complex. Its paint was peeling, its windows were shattered, and its front yard was overgrown with wild grass.

No one dared to approach that house. Legend had it that it was cursed. Many had tried to live there, but they always left in a hurry, abandoning everything behind. The few who spoke about their experiences mentioned hearing whispers in the dead of night, furniture moving on its own, and the feeling of unseen eyes watching their every move.

Dika and his friends, Andi and Sari, decided to test the truth of the story. Armed with flashlights and suppressed fear, they stepped through the rusted iron gate, which creaked loudly as they pushed it open.

The First Steps into Darkness

The second they entered the house, an unnatural chill wrapped around them. The air smelled of mold and something faintly metallic—like rust, or blood.

"This place is worse than I imagined," Sari whispered, gripping Andi’s sleeve.

Dika shone his flashlight around. The furniture was still there, covered in dust. The dining table was eerily set, the chairs neatly arranged, as if someone had just left. But in the center of the table sat a broken teacup, and the spilled liquid still looked fresh.

"Wait… this is recent," Andi muttered.

A sudden thud from upstairs made them freeze. The sound was slow and deliberate, like someone pacing.

They exchanged fearful glances.

"Maybe it's an animal?" Andi suggested, though his voice lacked conviction.

Dika, ever the brave one, took the lead. "Only one way to find out."

With hesitant steps, he climbed the wooden stairs, each step creaking under his weight. The others followed closely behind, holding their breath.

The Secret Upstairs

At the end of the dark hallway, a door creaked open—on its own.

Dika aimed his flashlight inside. The room was empty except for an old bed and a large mirror in the corner. Dust swirled in the dim light, but the air was unnaturally cold.

Then he noticed something that made his blood freeze.

The reflection in the mirror wasn’t his own.

A woman with long, disheveled hair and a tattered white dress stood there. Her hollow eyes locked onto his. Then, slowly, she smiled.

Dika stumbled back, his breath caught in his throat.

"What is that?" Andi whispered, his voice shaking.

Sari screamed as the woman in the mirror whispered, "You shouldn’t be here."

Dika’s flashlight flickered violently before turning off completely. Darkness consumed them. The air turned even colder, almost suffocating.

Then, footsteps—heavy and slow—approached from the hallway.

In sheer panic, Dika fumbled to turn his flashlight back on. When it flickered to life, the mirror was empty.

But the door behind them was now wide open.

An Unexpected Ending

Without thinking, they bolted downstairs, almost tripping over themselves in their desperate attempt to escape. They reached the front door, yanked it open, and stumbled outside, gasping for breath.

The house loomed behind them, silent and still.

They thought they had escaped.

But as they turned back, they saw her.

The woman in white stood at the upstairs window, watching them with a sinister grin. Her head tilted unnaturally to the side, her blackened fingers pressed against the glass.

A chill ran down their spines.

Dika, Andi, and Sari never returned to that house. They never spoke of what happened that night, afraid that acknowledging it would make it real.

But since that night, things changed.

Sometimes, they felt an unseen presence in their own homes.

Sometimes, they heard whispers at midnight.

And sometimes, when they looked into a mirror, they saw something standing right behind them.