I have a confession to make. It haunts me every day, a nightmare I can’t escape. It all started last year, in a small, forgotten town named Ravenwood. I moved there for a fresh start, away from the chaos of city life. Little did I know, I was running straight into a nightmare.
A New Beginning in Ravenwood
Ravenwood seemed peaceful at first. Friendly neighbors, quiet streets, and an old house that seemed perfect. The house was ancient, creaking with every step, but it felt like home. The real estate agent warned me about its history. “People leave here quickly,” she said. I laughed it off. I should have listened.
The first night was calm, but strange noises filled the air. Whispering voices, distant footsteps, things that made my skin crawl. I convinced myself it was just the house settling. But then, I found the diary.
It was hidden under a loose floorboard in the attic. Dust-covered and old, the pages were brittle. The first entry was dated over a hundred years ago. It belonged to a girl named Eliza. She wrote about strange happenings, shadows that moved, and whispers in the dark. Her final entry sent chills down my spine: “They are coming for me.”
Uncovering Ravenwood’s Dark History
I couldn’t sleep after that. Every creak, every whisper felt like a warning. One night, I heard a child’s laughter. It echoed through the house, cold and mocking. I followed the sound, heart pounding, to the attic. The laughter stopped abruptly. In its place was silence, deafening and heavy.
I decided to dig deeper into the house’s history. I visited the town library, uncovering old newspapers and records. What I found terrified me. Every family that lived in that house disappeared. No bodies were ever found. Just vanished into thin air.
One night, I awoke to find the diary on my bed. I had left it in the attic. My heart raced as I flipped to a new page, one that wasn’t there before. In blood-red ink, it read: “Leave now, or you’ll be next.”
Panic set in. I packed my bags, ready to flee, but the front door wouldn’t budge. The windows wouldn’t open. I was trapped. That’s when I saw her. A little girl, standing at the end of the hallway. Her eyes were hollow, her smile sinister. She whispered, “You can’t leave.”
I blinked, and she was gone. The house groaned, as if it were alive, closing in on me. I ran to the attic, hoping to find a way out. Instead, I found a mirror, covered in dust. My reflection was wrong. It smirked at me, eyes dark and menacing.
Trapped by the Ghosts of Ravenwood House
Desperate, I smashed the mirror. Behind it, a hidden door. Trembling, I opened it to reveal a staircase, leading down into darkness. With no other choice, I descended. The air grew colder, heavier. Whispers surrounded me, taunting, laughing.
At the bottom, a room filled with old toys and dolls. In the center, a circle of candles. And there she was, Eliza. Or what was left of her. She pointed at me, eyes full of sorrow. “They took my soul,” she whispered. “They’ll take yours too.”
Suddenly, I felt a pull, like icy hands gripping my heart. The room spun, darkness closing in. I screamed, fighting to stay awake, but it was no use. Finally, I collapsed, feeling my life drain away.
I woke up in a hospital, the doctors said I was found unconscious in the woods. They told me I was lucky to be alive. But I know the truth. I wasn’t alone in that house. They let me go, but they’re still with me. Watching. Waiting.
So, if you ever find yourself in Ravenwood, stay away from that house. And if you hear whispers in the dark, run. Because they’re always hungry. And they never forget.
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