Chapter 3: Upstairs
As I reached the top of the stairs, I hesitated for a moment, the allure of the mysterious room upstairs pulling me closer. Cautiously, I stepped onto the landing, my footsteps echoing off the walls. The air felt heavy with age and secrecy, fueling my curiosity even further.
As I turned the corner, I found myself facing a door unlike any other in the house. It was ornately carved from dark oak, with intricate patterns and symbols etched into its surface. It seemed to emit a faint glow, as if hinting at the secrets it held within.
Unable to resist any longer, I reached out and turned the handle. The door creaked open, revealing a room bathed in muted sunlight. Dust particles danced in the air, giving the space an ethereal quality. As I stepped into the room, the atmosphere shifted. The air grew colder, causing a shiver to run down my spine. The once muted sunlight turned dim, casting eerie shadows across the room. My heart pounded in my chest, sensing that something was not right.
I cautiously approached the shelves, running my fingers along the books. Suddenly, I heard a faint whisper, seemingly coming from nowhere and everywhere at once. It echoed through the room, the words unintelligible but filled with a chilling sense of urgency. My pulse quickened as I tried to decipher its meaning.
Without warning, the books began to tremble on the shelves, their spines contorting as if possessed by an otherworldly force. In a flurry of motion, they flew off the shelves, their pages fluttering open in mid-air. The room filled with a cacophony of voices, speaking in a discordant symphony.
As the voices merged together, they formed a coherent sentence that froze me in place
YOU ARE READING
The Haunted House
HorreurThis story is about 4 friends who visited a hunted house that cursed by the William's Family
