Honted Love

Part one: "I will be by your side forever but you can't see me"

In a quiet town nestled among ancient woods, there stood an old mansion with a tragic history. Legends whispered of a curse that plagued its halls, a curse that bound a spirit to the living. Many had ventured into the mansion, seeking answers or adventure, only to vanish without a trace.

One stormy night, Sarah, a daring young photographer fascinated by the supernatural, decided to explore the mansion. Armed with her camera and a fearless spirit, she ventured into the crumbling corridors where shadows danced eerily. As she moved deeper into the heart of the mansion, the air grew colder, and whispers echoed around her.

In the dim light of her flashlight, Sarah captured photos of strange orbs and misty figures, believing she was documenting proof of the paranormal. But what she didn't realize was that with each photo, she was unknowingly drawing closer to the spirit that dwelled within.

Suddenly, Sarah felt a chill down her spine as she heard a soft voice whisper, "I will be by your side forever but you can't see me." She turned, but there was nothing there. Panic gripped her heart as she felt a presence, a cold breath against her neck that sent shivers through her body.

Desperate to escape, Sarah ran through the maze-like corridors, the mansion seeming to twist and turn around her. Shadows flickered, doors slammed shut behind her, and her flashlight flickered ominously. With each passing moment, the whispers grew louder, echoing promises of eternal companionship.

Finally, Sarah stumbled upon a room unlike the others, its walls adorned with portraits of a family from a bygone era. In the center of the room stood a mirror covered in dust and cobwebs. As Sarah approached, the mirror began to glow faintly, revealing a faint reflection of a spectral figure standing behind her.

"I've been waiting for you," the voice murmured, sending Sarah staggering back in terror. She tried to flee, but the mansion seemed to trap her in its grasp, doors sealing shut before her eyes. The spirit emerged from the mirror, its form shifting between glimpses of a sorrowful face and an eerie, ethereal presence.

"You called me with your curiosity," the spirit whispered, its voice echoing through Sarah's mind. "Now, we are bound together forever. You cannot see me, but I will always be by your side."

Sarah's screams echoed through the mansion as the spirit enveloped her, its presence merging with hers in an eternal embrace. From that night onwards, locals spoke of strange lights and whispers emanating from the old mansion, warning others not to venture too close.

And Sarah's camera, found days later by a brave soul who dared to enter, held only one chilling photograph — a blurred image of Sarah, her eyes wide with terror, and behind her, a faint outline of a ghostly figure with outstretched arms, forever by her side in the shadows of the haunted mansion.

Days turned into weeks since Sarah's disappearance. The town buzzed with rumors about the old mansion, its cursed halls now deemed off-limits by local authorities. But among the whispers, a young man named Alex couldn't shake off his concern for Sarah. They had been friends since childhood, and her sudden obsession with the mansion worried him deeply.

Alex couldn't resist the urge to investigate. Armed with determination and a sense of dread, he sneaked into the mansion one moonless night. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and every creak of the floorboards seemed to echo through the empty corridors.

As Alex navigated through the labyrinthine mansion, he felt a presence lurking in the shadows, watching his every move. He snapped photos with his camera, hoping to capture evidence of Sarah or any clue to her whereabouts. But the images revealed only darkness and fleeting shapes, leaving him more unsettled than before.

In the heart of the mansion, Alex stumbled upon the room with the eerie portraits and the dusty mirror. The air felt charged with an otherworldly energy, and he hesitated before the mirror, half-expecting to see Sarah's reflection staring back at him.