Throughout my career as a journalist, I have been captivated by the enigmatic world of the paranormal. My insatiable curiosity has led me to seek out haunted locations, where I tirelessly endeavor to unearth the truth behind their mysteries.
Over the past 7 years of me working as a journalist, I've unfolded many mysteries, like The Secrets of The Crimson Family, and collaborated in a case of a cursed village with a distinguish detective Robin and his team, the village whose citizens abandoned that village overnight..The Haunting Tale of KULDHARA.
My career as a journalist was just a cover for my true passion - exploring haunted places.
Who am I?? I'm Jane..Jane Bond..ahm just kidding, I'm Jane a journalist.
One day, while researching for my next piece, I stumbled upon a story that sent shivers down my spine. It was the tale of a renowned psychiatrist who had met a gruesome end, having supposedly devoured his own hands before taking his last breath. The house he had resided in was said to be plagued by his tortured spirit, and I knew I had to see it for myself.
As I stood before the foreboding structure, I felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. The air was thick with a sense of impending dread, but I forged ahead, determined to unravel the truth behind the psychiatrist's tragic demise.
I proceeded towards the backyard where the overgrown and lush grass provided a fittingly horror entrance to the house. Upon noticing a window there I entered the house through it.Once inside the atmosphere was suffocatingly eerie. As I put a step further the creak and groan seemed to echo with the weight of the house's dark history.
I made my way through the dimly lit corridors, observing the furnitures cloaked in a thick layer of dust on them,a couch worn by rats.... my curiosity driving me deeper into the unknown.
As I reached the 1st floor, I saw a closed room, my curiosity grew even more, i entered the room.The musty odor seemed to emanate from every substance.Cobwebs hung from the ceiling,the furniture was old and worn.
I approached a desk, my eyes fell upon some photographs of that psychiatrist, I took them to take a closer look, suddenly, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as I heard the distinct sound of a door creaking open behind me.
"Creeaakkkk"
As I turned slowly, my heart racing, my eyes locked with those of a tall figure clad in a menacing black overcoat. The weight of there penetrating gaze bore down on me..In that moment, the air grew heavy with an unspoken presence, and I couldn't help but utter the name that echoed in my mind.
"Dr. Elysium?"
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The Haunting of Dr Elysium
HorrorThis is the tragic tale of Dr. Elysium, whose relentless pursuit of understanding brought him to the brink of madness and ultimately led to his untimely demise.
