The Haunting of Blackwood Manor

Blackwood Manor stood on the outskirts of a forgotten village hidden deep in the forest. For decades, his dark silhouette had expired over the landscape, and once-terrifying stone walls had been broken before his age. Manor House had a call - creepy. People talked about the strange noises of late night deaths, the frightening lights flickering through the windows, and whispers worn by the wind. However, for years, I dared not be a local villager. The Manor House was left behind, and its secret was sealed. On a stormy night, a young woman named Eliza, a writer with great interest in paranormal events, arrived in the village. She decides to hear the legend of Blackwood Manor and investigate the fascinating stories. Despite the villagers warning them to keep them apart, she decided to reveal the truth. She had heard that the mansion had been attacked by the spirit of Mrs. Isabella Blackwood, a woman who mysteriously disappeared years ago. They said she was a beautiful and intelligent woman, but the loss of her lover forced her to madness.

Eliza rented a small house on the edge of the village and headed to the Manor House the next morning. The road to the house was overgrown with thick grapes and blackberries, and as it approached, we could see more clearly the rotten state of the mansion. The windows were dark and were not invited. The front door was ajar, as if waiting for her to enter.

Take a deep breath, and Eliza opened the door and stepped in. The floor smeared under its weight, and the silence was almost deafening. She hiked the Grand Hall, her footprints echoing through the empty room. In the distance, she heard the faint sound of the door creaking - she was sure she was alone. When she entered the Manor House, she discovered ruins of old furniture, long-term ancestral portraits, and shelves with dilapidated books. The place felt frozen in time, as if he had forgotten that the world existed.

Eliza sets up her notebook and camera to document everything she can. She suddenly felt cold as she wanted to take a photo of the dusty mirror. She looked, for the broken seconds, and thought the shadow had moved over the wall. Her mind raced, and she quickly released it as her imagination. But the emotions remained - something was wrong.

She continued her exploration, moving towards the large stairs leading to the upper floors. The stairs groaned as they climbed, and they could hear the slight whispers of voices that almost heard her name and called her. "Eliza..." said softly and urgently.

I looked back at Eliza, but there was no one there. She continued, and now she felt uncomfortable and suffered from it. The corridor at the top of the stairs was dark except for the weak light filtered through cracked windows. The walls were lined with more portraits of Mrs. Isabella, so when she came, it seemed everyone was looking at her. At the end of the hall, there was a slightly ajar door. Eliza hesitated before pushing him up. Inside, there was a small, dusty bedroom. The furniture was old, but it was the mirror above the fireplace that caught her attention. In contrast to the rest of the Manor House, this mirror looked strangely clear, its surface completely reflecting the room. She came near and was fascinated by the beauty of the mirror. When she pushed herself onto it, she thought she saw the figure behind her - Mrs. Isabella. The woman's face was pale, her eyes were dark and hollow, and her expression was mourning. Eliza's breath was caught around her neck. The mirror looked moving and slowly stretched towards her.

Freezing on the spot, Eliza tried to resign, but her legs didn't move. His fingers hit the glass, and suddenly the cold air was blown away into the room. The door caught it with a deafening slam.