That night, Ellie couldn’t sleep. The thoughts from the journal tormented her mind. She knew she had to return to the east wing, to the mirror that had seemed to come alive in her reflection.
She crept through the hallways, her heart pounding with every step. The east wing was colder than she remembered. The door to the room was slightly ajar, and Ellie pushed it open.
The mirror was still there, but it had changed. The reflection of the room seemed darker, as if the mirror was showing a different reality. Ellie stepped closer to it, her hand trembling.
As she reached out to touch the glass, she was suddenly pulled into it. She fell, falling deeper and deeper into the glass until she landed on cold, hard stone. She blinked in confusion, looking around at the distorted version of the manor.
The room was decayed, its walls crumbling. The windows were blacked out, and the shadows seemed to stretch and writhe. She was no longer in the same house. She was somewhere else—trapped in a twisted, haunted version of Blackwood Manor.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her. Ellie turned, her breath catching in her throat. A figure stood in the shadows. A tall, thin man with hollow eyes and a twisted grin.
"You shouldn’t have come," the figure whispered.
Ellie tried to scream, but her voice was drowned out by the roar of wind that tore through the room. She bolted, but the figure followed. It wasn’t just a man—it was the manifestation of the house itself.
Suddenly, the room around her began to collapse, and Ellie was pulled back into her room, gasping for air. She was back in Blackwood Manor, but the horrors she had just witnessed stayed with her.
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Whispers of Blackwood Manor
HorrorBlackwood Manor isn't just a house-it's a trap. Ellie thought she could escape the past, but when she steps inside, the whispers begin. The rooms twist, the walls close in, and the shadows have a life of their own. As Ellie unravels its dark secrets...
