"The Old Woman 133"

"The Old Woman 133"

Ravensbrook was a small, remote town that was well-known for its peaceful streets and ancient stories that were passed down through the generations. The Old Woman 133 story was the most well-known of these.

Her true name was forgotten. Everyone agreed that Old Woman 133 resided in the dilapidated house on the outskirts of town, which was so dilapidated that it appeared to have been abandoned for generations. Some people said she was a witch, while others said she was cursed. But she never went away.

Sarah was a young girl sitting by the hearth at her grandmother's house when she first heard the story. Her grandma had cautioned her to avoid that house. The elderly woman resides there. No matter what, stay away from it.

“Why?” Sarah inquired curiously.

The title is The Old Woman 133.

The quiet, isolated town of Ravensbrook was well-known for its serene streets and age-old tales that had been told for many generations. The most famous of these was the Old Woman 133 tale.

They forgot her real name. The house on the edge of town was so run-down that it looked as if it had been abandoned for centuries, and everyone agreed that Old Woman 133 lived there. Some claimed she was cursed, while others accused her of being a witch. She did not, however, disappear.

When Sarah first heard the story, she was a little child sitting by the fireplace at her grandmother's house. She had been warned not to go near that house by her grandmother. It is where the old woman lives. Stay clear from it at all costs.

“Why?” Curious, Sarah asked.

The house was there, among the woods. She had underestimated how bad it would be. The windows were boarded up, the roof partially collapsed, and the building drooped with age. But the door was ajar a little. She sensed an unearthly coldness as she approached, like if the mansion were alive, living somehow.

She pushed the door open without thinking and entered.

The air was heavy with dust, stale, and something else. Except for the dim gleam of moonlight peeking through cracks in the boards, the home was pitch-black. She walked carefully, her footsteps resonating in the eerie quiet. Old, yellowing papers with odd symbols scrawled on them covered the walls. The atmosphere grew more oppressive the farther she proceeded.

An elderly woman was seated in a chair in the middle of the space. The veins beneath her paper-thin skin were twisted and dark. Her beautiful blue, piercing eyes followed Sarah as she moved deeper into the space.

The elderly woman's voice sounded like dried leaves rubbing against one another as she rasped, "You have come."

Sarah stopped. Despite all her preparation, she had never been ready for this. "I wanted to see you," I said. to be aware of your true self.

When the elderly woman smiled, her sharp, yellowed teeth showed through, as though time had never touched them. "Dear, after coming here, no one ever returns. Not really.

“Why?” Sarah's voice wavered as she asked. "What are you looking for?"

Something ancient and inexplicable shone in the elderly woman's eyes. "I have nothing in mind. I just wait.

An antique mirror hung crookedly on the far wall, which she indicated with a skeletal finger. Even if she did not want to, Sarah had to look. Something wrenched in her stomach as she looked at her mirror. She did not look like the reflection staring back at her. The elderly woman in the mirror had a haggard, drawn face. As though she had lived for decades, her eyes were hollow and sunken, gazing into space.

The reflection then gave her a smile. Not in the same manner as she did, but in a completely non-human manner.

Sarah felt a chilly hand suddenly grab her wrist. The elderly woman was no longer seated in the chair when she turned around. Her face was inches from Sarah's as she stood before her.

With deathly cold breath, the elderly woman said, "You will be the next." "As long as I am here, you will remain in the house with me. The vacuum will be nourished by your soul.

Sarah's heart seized with fear. When she attempted to get free, the elderly woman's hold became unbelievably firm for someone so weak. The walls shifted and pulsed, like if the room were closing in on her. She could hear hundreds of voices and whispers imploring and begging in a language she did not comprehend.

"You will not ever go. You will stay at this residence. Forever.”

Sarah jerked herself free with all her might and staggered back toward the door. The piercing, hollow sound of the elderly woman's laughter reverberated about her.

The house itself seemed to be alive and trying to trap her as she raced. The door was unresponsive. The air became oppressively heavy. She was overcome with panic.

She could make out the dim glow of a streetlight in the distance, but it looked so far away. Her breath was shallow, and her legs felt heavy.

Then, in her memory, the whisper reappeared.

"Child, you are not going anywhere. You are here already.

Sarah gave the house one last hard shove and sank on the chilly ground, unable to breathe. But the house was gone when she looked up. Only the fog replaced it.

Sarah was never the same when she moved back to Ravensbrook. Her face was strained and pallid, and her eyes were vacant. She would not say much, but occasionally in the middle of the night, she would be heard murmuring to herself, her voice shaking with an incomprehensible anxiety.

There was no need to inquire what had transpired. They were aware already. And they stopped talking about Old Woman 133 after that day.

However, on misty evenings, someone would occasionally walk by the old house, which is now just a vacant lot, and hear a faraway chuckle on the wind. They would also claim they spotted a slim, pale figure waiting at the edge of the trees in the fog.

Another had fallen victim to Old Woman 133's curse.

-I hope the spooky story was enjoyable! If you require any changes or another story, please let me know. Thank You.-