Donald stood in the ruins of the ritual chamber, his breathing ragged. The air had grown unnaturally still, the oppressive weight of the house lifting ever so slightly. But he knew it wasn't over.
The house wasn't going to let him go so easily.
A deep, guttural groan echoed through the walls, like the house itself was alive-and angry.
The wooden beams above creaked, dust falling from the ceiling. The very structure of the house was shifting, trying to trap him inside.
Donald turned, sprinting toward the stairs.
The doorway was gone.
In its place was a solid wall of rotting wood, as if the house had swallowed the exit.
Panic surged through him.
It was toying with him.
The spirits may have been freed, but the house was still awake. And now, it had only one soul left to claim.
Donald's mind raced.
The house was changing, its layout warping and twisting like a living organism. Hallways stretched into darkness, doors vanished, and in their place... mirrors.
Hundreds of mirrors, lining the walls in every direction.
Each reflection was wrong.
In some, his face wasn't his own-a hollow-eyed stranger stared back. In others, he wasn't there at all.
Then, in the largest mirror at the end of the corridor, he saw her.
Melissa Blackwood.
The woman who had started it all.
Her reflection was clearer than the rest, standing in the ritual chamber, dressed in dark ceremonial robes. She raised a hand and gestured for him to come closer.
Donald hesitated.
His gut told him that stepping toward that mirror was exactly what the house wanted.
But he had no other choice.
As he reached out, the surface of the mirror rippled, pulling him through like liquid glass.
Donald stumbled forward and found himself somewhere else.
The air was thick with candle smoke, the walls lined with occult symbols that pulsed like living veins. The ritual chamber was intact, no longer a ruined relic but a space frozen in time.
And around him, the Blackwood family stood in a circle.
Not spirits. Not echoes.
They were alive.
Melissa stood at the center, holding an ancient-looking book, her lips moving in a whisper.
watched in horror as the ritual that had doomed them all played out before his eyes.
The family chanted in unison, their voices rising, the energy in the room shifting. But something went wrong.
The air cracked, a force far greater than them pushing back.
The symbols on the walls burned, turning black.
The family screamed, their souls ripped from their bodies, sucked into the house itself.
Donald felt it.
The hunger.
The house had never belonged to them. They belonged to the house.
It had tricked them just as it was tricking him.
The scene dissolved around him, and Donald fell backward, crashing through another mirror.
He hit the floor of the real house, gasping for air.
The truth was clear now.
The house was never about the Blackwoods.
They had tried to control it, and in doing so, they had sealed their fate.
The house had existed long before them.
It was ancient. A being, not a building.
It had consumed every soul that entered.
And now, it wanted him.
Donald pushed himself up. He had only one Chance.
The house was collapsing.
The mirrors shattered, the floors cracked open, and the walls bent inward like a great mouth closing in.
Donald ran.
Every door led to a dead end.
Every hallway twisted in on itself.
Then, he saw it
A single window, still intact.
With no time to think, he lunged.
The glass shattered around him as he tumbled through
And then
Darkness.
Donald awoke on the cold, damp ground outside.
The house was gone.
Not destroyed. Not in ruins.
Just... gone.
As if it had never existed.
The only evidence that remained was the deep scars on Donald's arms, where something unseen had tried to pull him back.
He looked at the empty lot, the sky above eerily calm.
He had survived.
But he knew the truth.
The house wasn't destroyed.
It had simply moved on, waiting for its next victim.
And somewhere, in some distant place-
It was still awake.
Still hungry.
Months later, Donald published his book.
He titled it The House That Never Sleeps.
It became a best-seller.
People praised it as a terrifying horror story.
But Donald never smiled at the reviews.
Because he knew the truth.
It wasn't a story.
It was a warning.
And somewhere, someone else was already hearing whispers in the walls, feeling cold fingers in the dark.
Another soul, another sacrifice.
Because the house was never gone.
It was just waiting.
For the next visitor to stay past midnight.
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To be continued....
Whispers of the Undying
A world hidden from ordinary eyes, where darkness masks desire and revenge lurks behind every shadow. An arrogant, dominant vampire with secrets beyond imagination crosses paths with an unsuspecting mortal whose unique occupation draws her into his deadly orbit. Suspense, mystery, and forbidden attraction ignite as hidden identities collide, and a thirst for revenge threatens to consume them both.
In the depths of darkness
A group of friends, in search of a break far from the daily routine, rents an isolated house on the edge of a mysterious lake for a stay of a few days. At first, the place seems peaceful and perfect for relaxation, but little by little, strange phenomena disturb their tranquility. A evil presence, linked to the dark past of the house and the lake, is gradually revealed, playing with their most buried fears and secrets. Day after day, the atmosphere becomes more oppressive, their personal tensions are intensifying, and friends find themselves trapped in a spiral of terror. While they try to understand what is happening to them and find a way to escape, the truths about the past tragedies and the claim that they share with the house come in the light. Their friendship, put to the test, will be the only hope to survive ... but not all will leave this unharmed place. While the shadow of the lake continues to hover over them, the border between reality and horror becomes more and more vague.
The House That Never Sleeps
A struggling journalist rents a house that has been vacant for decades. Every night, the furniture moves, whispers echo through the halls, and shadows creep where there should be none. The deeper he investigates, the more he realizes the house is alive-and it wants something from him.
INHUMAN
Desperate is a sentence mostly used to explain some few attempt of careless actions. Alice was no exception. She had a good husband and lived a peaceful kingdom but she was not contend and needed even though him continuously disapproved of her attempt. She still stubbornly went in search for a child and ended up with zero achievements. She involuntarily gave up the search however a woman came to revive her hopes. She followed the woman with a high hopes to a forbidden forest to acquire for a child one could tell that the forest speak of danger as the clouds bright sky changed into darkness. She was to far deep to back down. "Alice why? why? you know very well about the predicament of your actions I guess you don't want to enjoy your baby." "Come on Rebecca you worry too much nothing happen to my baby and I promise I will go see the Goddess." "When? When? When Alice? It has been seven months since you got pregnant and you have not gone to see her. This is the kind of greedy people I was talking about when they get what they want they forget how to be grateful and thankful. They forget about their own end of the deal." "I beg your pardon Rebecca!!. What do you mean by that?" Alice Shouted at Rebecca. "You have no right or what so ever to say that to me or do you think you are the only one with problems? Now let me tell you I can choose to go to the Goddess or not. It has nothing to do with you, you have helped me and I am grateful. But you have no right to tell me what is expected of me. To hell with her and her stupid exchange. What can of Goddess will give someone something and required for an exchange tell me Rebecca?"
THE MAFIA'S LITTLE PRINCESS
Mafias are not meant to be kind, charming, loving and gentle. They are meant to be brutal, merciless, heartless and dangerous. _Mikhail Cassano possess the former. He is anything but brutal or merciless. Yes, he is a mafia don but that doesn't make him one of those ruthless mafias. He is a family man. One who love and takes care of his family _his wife to be exact_ He killed less and forgive more. Until one faithful day... Who would say that the once caring and fun loving mafia would turn into a heartless man? The one who he trust so much betrayed him...twice. As if that wasn't enough, he killed his wife. A woman he love so much. A woman who made him a better man. Mikhail is hellbent on getting revenge for his wife's death. He became ruthless, merciless, brutal, mean, heartless...he became the opposite of his former self. He doesn't care for anyone except one person. _His daughter. Aurora Cassano. Mikhail is ready to move the mountain for his daughter's sake. He love her beyond imaginations. Seeing his precious daughter cry is like shooting an arrow into his heart. There are even some set of rules laid down for those who serve his daughter. He will spare no one that makes her cry. Not even himself. Whatever Aurora wants, she gets. Regardless of what it may be. She is his little princess. His ray of sunshine. _Meet Diamond Chase. An Introvert and a storywriter. She lives with her two best friends; Ayden and Zara. Diamond is a nice and beautiful girl. She loves reading, writing, eating, sleeping and watching movies. Yes, she can be very lazy at times. After the betrayal of her boyfriend, a guy she has been in love with for seven years, Diamond stopped believing in love even though most of her written novels were all romance. She became the opposite of herself. According to her new self; 'Love is all about s**' Diamond's life is almost perfect with no worry in the world until she crossed path with Aurora Cassano who she saved from getting hit by a moving vehicle. Aurora suddenly grew a soft spot for Diamond and decided to make her, her nanny at all cost. When Mikhail and Diamond meet each other, Mikhail hated her immediately for no just reason. It wasn't because she was annoying, insensible, talks too much but because of the name she bears. He tried to talk his daughter out of having Diamond as a nanny but hey; What Aurora wants, she gets. But there is a problem... Diamond hate kids.
DEAD WALKING
Me and my friend Bella were drúgged and used for money ritual by an unknown guy that i just met in the media apps. I was invited to a strange guy's house who introduced himself to be Caleb of Dickson's diary. I was not interested in visiting his house at first but since the last time we met in the popular eatery, he promised to give me the sum of 2 million with a condition - that i can only get the money if i visit him at home. I was very scared of visiting Caleb alone but i needed the money badly. So i invited my friend, Bella, and told her everything about the money and Caleb, she accepted the idea and volunteered to come with me to Caleb's house. We later searched and singled out Caleb's house with the help of the G apps. His house was located in a lonely area, but it was a very big mansion that worth more than the net worth of our entire village. Me and Bella matched into the building. Caleb was very surprised to see Bella with me. He expected me to come over alone but why would someone like me take such a risk of visiting a stranger like him alone? He looked very harmless the last time we met in the eatery but i need more time to trust myself around him. I noticed he wasn't comfortable with Bella around me. I settled the misunderstanding and introduced Bella as my best friend and coursemate to Caleb, they exchanged greetings and everything moved on smoothly again. I felt some relief around me, at least everything was playing along with our beat. We had a seat on the soft sofa, pretending to be familiar with everything in the house but to be sincere, our heart was loaded with wow expressions. Caleb ordered one of his male house help, to get us something to drink. He beckoned and left the sitting room. We engaged ourselves in different conversations from one topic to another, it was more than fun. Few minutes the house help returned with a diamond-made tray, and some glasses filled with red wine. He permitted us to feel at home. I smiled and took a glass, same with Bella, we took a sip and continued with the conversation. After taking in some quantity of it, i felt dizzy. "Caleb can i get the money, i need to leave before it's too late." i managed and asked him for the money. "Sure, give me some second lemme get the money." He said and walked out of the room. I turned around and saw Bella sleeping on the sofa, it appeared to me that the wine was drúgged. Be!! Bella!! She didn't respond I stood up and struggled to move outside the house but ended up on the cold floor because of the drink. I struggled with my dying eyes from closing but lastly, they ended up closing, my eyes captured Caleb waving goodbye at me with a knife in his hand.