The whispering house part 3



Days passed, but Alyssa couldn’t shake the feeling that something was unfinished. Even though she had thrown the ring away and the haunting had ceased, the memory of the girl’s desperate whispers lingered in her mind.

Who was she? What had happened to her?

Alyssa knew she couldn’t live with the questions gnawing at her soul. She needed answers.

One evening, under the cover of darkness, she slipped out of her house and rode her car towards forest. The cool night air sent shivers down her spine as she neared the abandoned house. The moment she stepped onto the porch, an overwhelming sense washed over her.

The door creaked open on its own, as if the house had been expecting her.

Inside, the silence was suffocating. The dust-covered furniture remained untouched, and the air smelled of decay. But Alyssa ignored everything else and made her way up the staircase.

The light in the upstairs room was still there, flickering softly.

With a deep breath, she pushed the door open.

And there, sitting on the old wooden bed, was the girl.

She looked exactly like the paintings—long, dark hair, pale skin, and piercing gray eyes filled with sorrow and something darker… revenge.

"You came back," the girl whispered.

Alyssa swallowed the lump in her throat and took a cautious step forward. "Who are you?"

The girl tilted her head slightly. "My name is Eleanor."

Alyssa sat on the edge of the desk, her fingers tracing the outline of the abandoned ring that once lay there. "What happened to you, Eleanor?"

The girl’s expression darkened. "You already know part of it, don’t you?" she murmured.

Alyssa nodded. "Tell me everything."

Eleanor’s eyes gleamed as she took a deep breath.

"Ten years ago, I lived here with my parents. My father was a wealthy businessman, and my mother was the kindest woman you could ever meet. We were happy… until the accident."

Alyssa felt a chill run down her spine.

"My parents’ car crashed on a stormy night," Eleanor continued. "Everyone said it was an accident, but I knew better. My uncle and aunt—my father’s greedy younger brother and his wicked wife—had been eyeing my father’s fortune for years. The moment my parents died, they took over everything. Including 'me'."

Her hands curled into fists.

"They didn’t want to care for me. They wanted to get rid of me. But killing me outright would be suspicious. So, they did something worse… They locked me in this room. No food. No water. They left me here to "rot" ."

Alyssa’s breath hitched. She could almost hear the faint echoes of Eleanor’s screams in the walls, the desperate pounding on the door that no one ever answered.

"How long did you—"

"Six days." Eleanor’s voice was cold. "Six days of hunger, thirst, and darkness. I begged them to let me out, but they never did. On the seventh day, I died."

A sickening silence stretched between them.

Eleanor’s ghostly form flickered. "They thought they got away with it. They took my father’s fortune and left this house to rot. But I never "left" .She looked up, her eyes gleaming with something dangerous. "I’ve been waiting for someone like you, Alyssa."

Alyssa stiffened. "Me?"

"I need your help," Eleanor said, standing up. "I need to make them "pay."

Alyssa hesitated. "You mean… revenge?"

Eleanor nodded. "They’re still alive, still living off my father’s money, thinking they got away with murder. But with you, I have a chance to make them suffer as they made me suffer."

Alyssa’s hands trembled. The logical part of her mind screamed at her to run, to leave this place and never look back. But another part—the part that felt the weight of Eleanor’s pain—hesitated.

"They deserve justice," Eleanor whispered. "Help me, Alyssa."

Alyssa’s heart pounded in her chest.

She had a choice to make.

To be continued….