Whispers of Blackwood Manor

Episode 5: The House's Hunger

Ellie could no longer ignore the pull of Blackwood Manor. Each room, each creaking floorboard seemed to beckon her closer, as if the house itself were trying to communicate with her. She hadn’t seen Mrs. Walker or Mr. Blackwood in days, leaving Ellie in complete isolation with only her thoughts—and the whispering shadows.

The house was changing. The familiar hallways now twisted in impossible ways. The staircase had a life of its own, leading her to doors that should not have existed. She had been to rooms that she didn’t remember entering, and some rooms she had visited multiple times without realizing.

It was when she entered the attic that the full horror of the house became clear.

The attic, which had been locked every time she tried to get in, was now wide open. The air inside was thick, oppressive. Dust hung in the air like a heavy curtain. The floorboards creaked under her feet as she walked toward the far corner.

And then she saw it—a painting. It was a portrait of her.

She froze. The painting was of a woman standing in the same room she had been in earlier that night, but the expression on her face was twisted, as though she had been overcome by madness. The eyes of the woman in the painting followed her, and when Ellie took a step back, the face in the portrait seemed to grin.

Suddenly, the whispers erupted—louder, sharper. The walls began to pulse, as though the house itself was breathing. Ellie’s head spun, her vision blurred. She staggered, trying to find her bearings, but the attic had transformed. The once familiar walls were now covered with symbols—arcane, ancient, and pulsing with an otherworldly energy. Something was watching her.

In a daze, Ellie reached for the painting, but as her fingers brushed the frame, she felt a jolt—a sharp, burning pain in her chest. She screamed, but the sound was swallowed by the attic. She was falling, the floor giving way beneath her feet.

Ellie landed hard on the ground below with a sickening thud. She gasped for air, her hands shaking as she pushed herself up. The attic had disappeared, replaced with a shadowy void. She was standing in a room that had no walls, no ceiling. Just endless blackness, stretching out in all directions.

And then, a voice.

A deep, guttural voice. “You wanted to leave. Now, you belong to the house.”

Before Ellie could react, the ground beneath her began to crack open. Dark tendrils reached up, wrapping around her limbs, pulling her toward the abyss. Her screams echoed through the void, but the shadows swallowed them whole.