Horry

Unseen

In the quiet town of Hollow Creek, there was an old, abandoned mansion known as the "House of Whispers." Legend had it that anyone who dared to spend a night in the house would never be seen again. Despite the warnings, a group of five friends, intrigued by the tales, decided to explore the mansion one fateful night.

As they approached the mansion, the moon was hidden behind a thick blanket of clouds, casting an eerie darkness over the house. The mansion, once a symbol of grandeur, now stood dilapidated, its windows like hollow eyes staring into the abyss. The wind whistled through the broken panes, creating an unsettling symphony of whispers.

The friends, armed with flashlights and a sense of bravado, stepped inside. The mansion was as chilling inside as it was outside. Cobwebs hung like drapes, and the air was thick with the smell of decay. They explored room after room, their laughter echoing through the empty halls, trying to mask their growing unease.

Suddenly, they heard a soft, childlike giggle from upstairs. The laughter was out of place in the deathly silence, sending chills down their spines. They followed the sound, leading them to a room at the end of a long, narrow hallway. The room was surprisingly untouched by time, with a neatly made bed and toys scattered on the floor.

In the middle of the room, they saw a small, antique doll. Its glassy eyes seemed to follow them as they moved around the room. As one of them reached out to touch the doll, the room plunged into darkness. The laughter started again, this time louder, echoing off the walls. The temperature dropped drastically, their breaths visible in the icy air.

Suddenly, the door slammed shut, and the sound of a child crying filled the room. The friends tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. The crying grew louder, turning into a wail of despair. The room started shaking, the toys flying around as if caught in a violent storm.

The flashlights flickered and went out, leaving them in complete darkness. The wailing stopped abruptly, replaced by a deafening silence. Then, they felt it - a presence in the room. It was as if they were being watched by unseen eyes. The air grew heavy, a sense of dread filling the room.

One by one, they started to disappear. A scream would echo through the room, then silence. The remaining friends could only listen in horror as their companions were taken by the unseen entity. The last thing they heard was the soft, childlike giggle, now filled with a sinister delight.

When dawn broke, the mansion stood silent as always. The friends were never seen again, their laughter forever trapped within the walls of the House of Whispers. The legend lived on, the mansion swallowed its visitors.