The Haunting of the Cursed Mansion

1. The strange early

was 11pm. The night was dark and quiet, with only the removed roll of owls breaking the silence. The old villa stood deep in the far-off suburbs of Bongan, far from the busy streets of Kolkata.

for decades of fearing locals because of this place, describing it as a "cursed mansion." Many claimed they had seen the shadow figure in the window, and they heard whispers in the wind, and felt the cold hands they touched in the darkness.

However, Aritra, a young horror writer, was different. He did not believe in spirits. In fact, he chose her. He bought this abandoned house and hoped it would inspire his next big horror novel.

He didn't think his story would become a nightmare.

2. The first night - Knock

Manor House in the darkness was huge and incredibly quiet. A spin weave dangles down the ceiling, a dusty wooden floor creaking beneath Aritra's footprints. The air smelled of corruption and old memories. As he sat down and wrote in his study, he heard him suddenly knock on the door. TOK! Talk!

He took a break.

Outside the wind, I could see through the trees, but the knocking was too human.

Aritra took a deep breath and went to the door. He slowly turned the handle and opened it - no one was there. But I felt the hallway was wrong. The air became thick and heavy, and a strange rotten stench filled my nostrils. Then -Tok! Talk! - already!

This time, I came out of the window. Turned his throbbing heart and saw the pale ghostly face staring at him from outside the glass. His eyes were indented, and his mouth turned into a quiet cry.

Aritra snapped and stumbled backwards, but when he saw it again, his face was gone. 3. The next morning, the dark villa, Alitra Haradan Kaku, an old villager who had lived near the Manor House for over 60 years. Kaku shook her head horribly. "Son, you should not stay there. This house has a terrible past."

Aritra leaned forward. "Tell me."

Kakus's voice fell into a whisper. "Many years ago, Sri Dal Choudhry of this Manor House was the rich but cruel landlord. His daughter, Murinarini, was a beautiful young woman. But she was murdered one night."

Aritra caught a cold. "Who is it from?"

Kaku sighed. "No one knows. They found bleeding in the upper bedroom, in the neck slot and on the floor. They say they were betrayed by their loved ones... others say their spirit is still roaming the house and looking for revenge."

4. That night, at midnight, Aritra set off the squealing stairs. The air felt cold, and the shadows seemed to move themselves. The door to Mrinalini's room stood in front of him. It was closed, but the key was still in the keyhole.

He took a deep breath and turned the key. The

door creaked, revealing time and space.

An old dusty bed sat on a wall in the distance, his mattress was a little dark. A wooden chest stood next to it, and the mirror was covered with a thin layer of dust. And on the wall was a black and white portrait of Mireinini. She was breathtakingly beautiful, but her eyes looked skyward. And then - she smiled.

Aritra's neck breath. The smile wasn't there yet.

Suddenly-

BANG!

Door hit it!

The lights flickered, and an icy gust of wind cleaned the room.

Then the low whispers from my throat filled the air. "Why are you here?"

Aritra turned around, and his heart smacked. Squeaking Bed-

Shadow of the mattress.

It was Mrinalini.

Her face was vowed, her eyes were black, her mouth dripping with blood.

Aritra tripped backwards, but the ghost crashed him!

With tears, he grabbed a lamp from the chest of the drawer and threw it at her. He disappeared, and the room fell silent. Message appears in the mirror -

"Find him."

5. The next morning, the truth was revealed,

Aritra returned to Haradan Kaku and decided to reveal the truth. Kaku hesitated before speaking. "There was a man...Murinarini's secret lover. They planned to run away together. But one night, he revealed them. He killed her. "

Aritra's hands were tied together by fists. "Who was he?"

Kakus's face turned pale. "It was... my brother."

Silence.

Haradhan Kakus's own brother murdered Mrinalini.

Aritra knew what to do. That night, he was in Spook's bedroom, staring at the portrait. "I know who your murderer is."

The air is still growing. The shadow moved. And -

Soft and sad whispered: "Thank you."

The temperature has returned to normal. It was my first time feeling the Manor House in decades... I felt peaceful.

6. Aritra had a dream that night.

He saw Mrinalini standing at the entrance to the villa. She smiled at him before stepping into the mist - forever.

The next morning, Aritra packed his suitcase.

Before he went, he wrote the title of his next novel:

"The Haunting of the Fursed Mansion."A soft whisper echoed behind him as he closed the door-

"Goodbye."