The last survivor of the haunted house

The old Blackwood Manor stood at the edge of town, a decaying relic of a long-forgotten past. Stories of its hauntings were whispered in hushed tones—phantom wails at midnight, shadowy figures glimpsed through shattered windows, and the chilling tale of those who entered but never returned.

Tonight, five dared to defy the legend.

Lena, Eric, Josh, Natalie, and Mark—all college friends eager for a thrill—stepped through the rusted gate, the air thick with decay. The moonlight barely touched the skeletal trees surrounding the house, and an unnatural stillness hung in the air.

“We stay until sunrise,” Josh declared, gripping his flashlight. “No running, no quitting.”

“Unless we see a ghost,” Natalie muttered.

Lena shivered but said nothing. She had a bad feeling about this.

The group ventured inside, the door groaning like a wounded beast as it shut behind them. Dust swirled in the dim light, disturbed by their movements. The air reeked of mildew and something worse—something rotting.

Then the whispers began.

Faint at first, like a breeze carrying distant voices, then clearer—words spoken in an ancient, guttural tongue.

Lena’s breath hitched. “Did you hear that?”

Eric’s grip on his phone tightened. “Probably just the wind.”

But Lena knew better. There was no wind.

They moved deeper into the manor, exploring its cavernous rooms. Faded portraits stared at them with hollow eyes. The grandfather clock in the hall—despite missing its hands—suddenly let out a deep, echoing chime.

Then the first scream tore through the silence.

Natalie was gone.

One moment she had been beside Josh, and the next—nothing but a fading shriek.

The group scrambled, calling her name, but the house swallowed their voices. A sudden, suffocating cold wrapped around them.

Then they saw it.

A shadow, taller than any man, shifting and writhing like liquid darkness. It had no eyes, yet they all felt its gaze.

Eric bolted. “Screw this!”

He didn’t get far. The moment he reached the doorway, the house itself seemed to twist. The walls lengthened, the exit stretching into an impossible tunnel.

Then, with a sickening crunch, Eric was gone—yanked into the darkness.

Lena covered her mouth to keep from screaming.

“Move!” Mark grabbed her wrist. “We need to—”

The floor beneath them cracked like ice. A gaping maw opened, swallowing Josh whole. His horrified face was the last thing they saw before darkness consumed him.

Mark yanked Lena back just in time. They stumbled into another corridor—one that hadn’t been there before. The house was changing, shifting, trapping them deeper inside.

“We’re not alone,” Mark panted.

“I know.”

Then the whispering stopped.

A silence more terrifying than the voices settled over them.

And then the laughter began.

Slow, hollow, stretching from every direction.

Mark turned, eyes wide with terror. “Lena, run!”

She ran. But Mark’s scream told her he hadn’t been fast enough.

Now she was alone.

Lena’s breath came in ragged gasps as she found herself in a room filled with mirrors—tall, twisted, reflecting not her, but hundreds of shadowed figures with grins too wide for their faces.

Her reflection flickered.

Then it stepped forward.

“Welcome,” it whispered in her voice.

Lena didn’t wait. She smashed the mirror, the shards slicing her arms, but she didn’t care. The walls quivered, the shadows recoiling.

A door appeared.

She ran through it, sprinting down a narrow hall. The house trembled as if enraged, the walls warping, reaching.

Then she saw it—the front door, solid and real.

With the last of her strength, she lunged.

The moment she crossed the threshold, the house let out a deafening screech.

And then—silence.

Lena collapsed on the cold grass, gasping. When she looked back, the house was just as it had been before. Silent. Still. Watching.

She was the only one who had made it out.

The last survivor.

Or so she thought.

Because as she turned away, the whisper followed her—soft, familiar.

“You never left.”

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