Whatever you may think this is a true story and I was even involved in it. My name is Raven and I have always believed in paranormal activity and everything that is haunted or possessed. I have a friend, well more like I had a friend named Ink. He wanted to be big on social media, he had big dreams. But he was always looking for new concept or would always tell me about crazy idea. I really like the guy so of course I worried about him. I wanted to make sure that he was ok. One day he mentioned a haunted Mansion, I had never told him about my fear of the paranormal. I felt my heart sank, I started doing some research for a week maybe two, before he eventually wanted to go. I tried time and time again to convince him not to go. I had seen so many movies, that I knew everything, I even thought foolishly that maybe if something was to happen, I would be there. But this haunted house was not like the others, usually even if they're fake, even if it's a tourist attraction. There is some sort of information online. Is it true ? Is it not true? It's always the same question. But information is information, nothing more, nothing less. Finding nothing I started asking around and I heard different story. Someone had heard something that was clearly a made up story used to scare children or a urban legend, if so. Why wasn't it on the internet? He told me
- This is the story of a girl, her friend would always tonvisit her mansion, they would come everyday, she was very sick and couldn't leave the house. Then one day, her parents died, the law wasn't what it use to be and she stayed in the house alone, eventually her friend grew up and stop visiting her, legend say she is still waiting fo them.
Then he laughed, he didnt know her name nor anything precise but it was enough for me to doubt it wasn't fake. I tried to convince Ink not to go, but here we were in front of him
- Come Raven lets make so amazing content, he said
I was too busy praying for me to respond but I followed. We enter the house, it was huge not even locked. As soon as we entered I felt cold
- stop Raven this is your imagination, I told myself
But to no avail, I was still scared. We went in the kitchen and found some chandelier and plate. I was surprised nobody stole it. We visited every room and saw a painting of the family. I was relieved, they seem happy. Not the usual creepy portrait. Not a strange thing happened, nothing but silence and darkness. We were going to leave when I step on a creaky wooden pannel on the floor.
- This noise. There is a basement, said Ink
I once again tried to stop him
- so far nothing guys but there is still hope, there is still mystery, some drop of ink left in the pen.
He was thanking the people for the donations, when we found the entry. Something was weird, everything was in a great state for the age of the house, but the ramp was broken. Once again paranoia kicked in. We arrive downstair and thats where it all happened. There was fog coming from our mouth. You know the kind when its very cold? Ink was too busy to notice our surroundings, there were toys all around us, all sort of toys. I got scared when I saw the dolls their hair was teared up, their face caved in. Its when I went to tell Ink that I saw her. A bony , women in a sundress, she saw him and started to climb the wall. My leg became jello, my mouth open to scream but not a word. Ink was filming, but I could see her drooling on top of him. Till she dropped on him, I started to run, I knew I couldnt save him. What can you do to ghost ? I ran and ran till I went back home. I prayed and prayed for my safety. I didn't get news from Ink during weeks until one day, I received a notification for a new video posted on his channel. It was him but when I opened it, he was in the house, he looked much older. He was laughing and painting. I was relieved and was going to call him , but he move and the sun hit him . His shadow, it was hers, his shadow had long hair, it was tall and thin. I never spoke to anyone about that but now I am asking for help. Something isnt right , please believe me
