I was never one to believe in superstitions, but this time I had no choice. I was here to investigate a strange abandoned house. I had heard stories of those who had gone in and never came out. I had no idea what I would find, but the curiosity was too strong to ignore.
As I stepped through the threshold, a chill ran down my spine. The air was thick with an unearthly presence. The walls seemed to be whispering secrets to me as I made my way through the dilapidated hallways.
I came across an old bedroom that seemed to be the source of the strange energy. I cautiously stepped in and noticed a large mirror on the wall. I slowly approached and looked into the glass. To my horror, a pale face stared back at me. It wasn’t mine, but it was familiar somehow.
This wasn’t just an ordinary abandoned house; there was something sinister lurking within its walls. I quickly backed away and continued down the hallway, passing through more eerie rooms until I heard a noise coming from another room.
I slowly opened the door and couldn’t believe my eyes. There was a group of people gathered around a table. They were all dressed in black robes and chanting something in a language I didn’t understand. I watched as they raised a chalice and began drinking from it.
I wanted to run as fast as I could, but something kept me rooted in place. It was then that I noticed the figure of a man standing in the corner of the room. He began to move closer, and I realized it was the same face from the mirror. He pointed at me and said, “You are the one we’ve been waiting for.”
I felt my heart racing as he continued to speak in his strange language. He then gestured towards the chalice and said, “Drink and you will know the truth.”
With trembling hands, I reached for the chalice and brought it to my lips. The liquid within tasted sweet, but it left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. It was then that I felt a strange sensation coursing through my veins.
As my vision began to blur, I found myself standing in front of the mirror once again. This time, the pale face that stared back at me was my own. The man from before appeared beside me and said, “Welcome home.”
It was then that I realized why this abandoned house seemed so familiar: I had been here before, many years ago. It was my childhood home, but now it felt like a prison. I had been cursed by some dark force and would forever remain trapped within these walls, doomed to spend eternity in this lonely place.
Author: Opney. Illustrator: Staby. Publisher: Cyber.
