🕸️ Short Horror Stories 🕸️

The Mansion

The mansion had been abandoned for decades, its grandeur and beauty slowly being consumed by the passing of time. As I stepped inside, a chill ran down my spine despite the sweltering heat. The air inside was thick with the scent of decay and rot. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched, my skin crawling with every creak of the decrepit wooden floorboards.

Suddenly, a door slammed shut behind me and the room, including myself was plunged into a sheet of darkness. I fumbled for my flashlight but it refused to turn on, leaving me to stumble through the darkness blindly. Every step I took seemed to echo with an inhumane force, as if something was following me. I came across a room filled with antique dolls, their glossy eyes staring at me with malevolent glee.

One of them began to whisper my name, the sound sending my heart racing with terror. I attempted to run but it felt as if my feet were rooted to the ground below me, unable to move as the dolls began to close in on me. The last thing I saw was the face of the doll who had whispered my name, its smile turning into a grotesque sneer. I wailed as their porcelain fingers dug into my flesh, clawing my body and burrowing into the sockets of my eyes.

a/n: i hope this ones okay :)