The Whispering Shadows

Whisper Shadow

1. Arrivals at Manor

Ayan never believed in ghosts. He grew up in a world of logic and reason. There, all the secrets were explained. When he took over the old mansion from his distant uncle, he didn't think twice before deciding to spend a few nights there.

Known as Ravenswood Manor. It was surrounded by tall trees, and their rambling branches stretched out like fingers of bones in the sky. The villagers whispered on the house and called it a curse, but Ayan wiped out her warning.

"There are no ghosts," he muttered to himself as he stepped into the big rotten hall. The air smelled like dust and a slightly weak metallic smell like old blood. The board smeared under his weight, and the chandelier fluctuated over his head, even if there was no breeze.

Harold, the old caretaker, stood nervously at the door. "Sir, if you need something, I'm in the guesthouse. I won't stay inside since it gets dark. "

Ayan raised an eyebrow. "Why? What's so scary about this place?" I don't like strangers. "In this inexplicable statement, he went and pulled the heavy door.

2. The first night, Ayan explored the house, fascinated by his Victorian architecture. The walls were decorated with faded portraits of long-dead ancestors, whose hollow eyes seemed to follow him.

In the middle of the night, he entered the main bedroom. It was huge with four big hunters in dusty purple curtains. The air was unnaturally cold. A strange whispering noise filled the room as he lay down.

At first, it was strong - because the wind slid the cracks. But soon the whispers became more clear.

"VACATION..."

Ayan sat down suddenly. "What the-"

I suddenly knocked on the room. Knock. knock.

I came out of the closet.

Ayan's breath. Slowly, he approached her and shook the door. There is nothing. Only darkness.

shook his head and muttered. That's all. "

He closed his closet and returned to his bed. However, when he closed his eyes, the whisper was picked up again.

and this time right next to his ears.

3. The Secret of Portrait

The next morning, Ayan searched for the answer. He hiked the villa until he thrust himself into the library. The dust covered everything, but the bookshelves were full of old books.

The painting above the fireplace attracted his attention. It showed the woman in a black dress, her face was pale, and her lips separated slightly, as if whispering. The type sign was Eleanor Ravenswood (1872-1901).

A shower ran over his spine. Something about her eyes made her uneasy. They were not as lively as other portraits. They looked...conscious.

Ayan pulled the book off the shelf and flipped it over. It was a collection of the history of the Ravenswood family.

Eleanor Ravenswood died in a mysterious way at the age of 209. Some alleged she was murdered. Others believed that she had gone mad and took her life. Your body was never found.

Ayan frowned. If you don't have a body, how can you be sure it's dead?

Tonight, he was staring at her portrait for too long. And just before he left the room, he was able to swear that her lips were moving. 4. Determined to solve the secret, the bloody space

dares to the attic the next night. The air was thick with dust, and wooden rays were threatened. In the longest corner, he finds a closed door. A rusty key still hangs nearby. When he turned the button, a bad stench and something deep hit him.

The interior was a small room with faded wallpaper. But the terrifying Ayan was in the soil. Dark spots spread over the trees. Dry blood.

Place a single rocking chair in the middle of the room, taking in the window view. It moved a little.

The whispers returned. "You should not be here."

Ayan felt the presence behind him. He became sharper-

4 There was nothing.

His heartbeat. He had to go out. But when he resigned, something grabbed his ankle. Cold, bone fingers.

He cried, stepped freely, and screamed out of the room.

He saw it when he began to close the door. Eleanor.

Standing at the corner. Be careful. 5. Escape Plan: Ayan spent the rest of the night exploring Eleanor's death. He found an old letter in his research. It was written in a hopeless manuscript.

"You have closed me. They feared me. But I am not silent. My voice lives on these walls forever. "

It was Ayan - Hyanor was wrong. He was probably killed by her own family.

and she didn't leave.

When I went to, he packed his bags. But when he reached the main door, he would not have moved. A whisper was hovered in the air. "Stay".

The

chandelier flickered. The shadow twisted along the wall.

Then he saw her reflection in the mirror.

She was right behind him.

6. Final Conflict: Ayan turned and trembled. "What is it?" he demanded.

Room

It was cold. Eleanor's ghost-like shape took a step forward.

"Justice," she whispered.

With a sudden vision, Ayan saw everything - Renner's brother, Henry Ravenswood, and then pulled her into the attic. He blamed them for witchcraft and locked them up and starved them.

Her anger, her sadness - it had permeated the walls of the house.

Tears of Ayan's eyes. "You were innocent."

Whispersoft.

Calling all his courage, Ayan said: "Please tell me what to do."

Elean pointed to the fireplace. He quickly opened the bricks. Inside, he found something awful - a skeleton wrapped in black tips. Your body.

The moment he got it, the room lightened up. The whispers stopped.

Eleanor gives her a final look, her pale face is soft. Then she vanished into the morning light. 

7. Curse

The end of Ayan gave Eleanor a real funeral, allowing her soul to finally rest. After that, I felt that the Manor House was different - easier and almost peaceful.

He sold the house and never looked back.

At some point, late at night, he still heard weak whispers.

"Thank you."

And he smiled, knowing that some ghosts wouldn't follow up for revenge.

I just want to hear it.

(end)