The Cursed Mansion 2

The Cursed Mansion. It has become a dark and eerie night. Rakeeb became on foot on my own via an unusual alley, taking a shortcut domestic from the office. The avenue became empty, the environment blanketed in thick trees and crumbling buildings. A strange, heavy scent lingered within the air. As he switched on his phone`s flashlight to locate his way, his eyes fell upon a massive, deserted mansion.

The mansion appeared grand once, but now it stands in ruins. Broken windows, half-open doors—it felt like something was awaiting him. A unexpected sit back ran down his backbone as he sensed an unseen presence looking at him. 

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“This location need to have a story,” Rakeeb muttered to himself.

A bloodless silence surrounded the mansion, as though even the wind became afraid to walk via. His interest was given the higher of him, and he drove open the rusty gate. Inside, the courtyard becomes blanketed in dirt and dried leaves. The chandelier placed within the hallway creaked slightly, as though whispering an eerie secret. The partitions bore deep stains, and the scent of degradation clogged the air. Just as he took some steps forward, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him. Rakeeb froze.

Turning around, he noticed nothing. three

“It need to be my imagination,” he reassured himself. But then, a tender laugh echoed through the hall. His coronary heart pounded. A few steps away, he noticed an antique rocking chair within the corner—with a dusty doll sitting on it. Its eyes appeared to be staring directly at him. His throat went dry. A gust of wind exceeded by, sporting an eerie whisper. Something is certainly wrong. Gathering courage, he climbed the staircase to the second floor. As he positioned his foot on the final step, a chilly breath brushed towards his neck. And then—something rushed beyond him within the darkness!

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At the edge of the corridor, the door was slightly open, a dark yellow light glowing from within.

The door was slammed loudly as Rakeb approached!

He turned, but his legs wouldn't move - something put him in place! A wave of fear washed over him.

, when he heard a weak and sad voice--

4 "help me..."

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affecting all the ounces of courage, Rakeeb pushed the door. A little girl stood in a slightly lit room.

She had a worn dress covered in thin skin, hollow eyes, and a dusty dusty dress.

"Who is it... you?" Rakeeb tried so hard.

The girl said nothing. Instead, she lifted her hand and pointed to the floor.

Rakeeb followed her gaze and noticed an old diary in the corner. He hesitated and wiped away the dust.

Read the first page -

"My name is Raisa. I was murdered in this house. My body was never found. Please free me... A sudden gust of wind blew through the room.

And, and - Lakeb felt a cold hand on his shoulder! 444 444 6

Rotating, he stood face to face with Laisa's spirit. Her sad eyes were brought to him.

"Set Me Free..."

The light flickered. A sad cry filled the room. The shadow danced on the wall, moving unnaturally.

Rakeeb realized that staying here means a certain downfall longer!

He recalled the last aspect of the diary: "My skeleton is under the old fountain. If someone finds my bodies and buries them, I will finally be free."

Without wasting a while, Rakeb went outside. Behind the villa, he discovers an old, crumbling fountain.

The light on his phone sparkled, and he grabbed the air - the human skeleton was on the ground!

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Rakeeb collected wood and old fabrics to arrange a temporary funeral. He heard a soft sigh as he covered the body with the ground -

and then the air changed around him. A horrific silence rose, the night eased, and the wind blew again in a natural way.

slowly returned to the villa.

At the entrance,

, Raisa stood one last time. But this time she smiled. "Thank you..." she whispered before she disappeared into the night.

From that day on, the Manor House was no longer cursed. I've never heard anyone in the darkness.

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