Haunted Loneliness

Trigger Warning: Mention/Topic of suicide, unsettling imagery, poor mental health

An odd-job to collect antiques in an old mansion that's been rumored to be haunted by ghosts leads our main character down a rabbit hole plucked from his waking nightmares. Will he be able to emerge from this haunted hollowed ground that seems to rob the very soul of all who enter? Or will he give in and let his fate be his fate, and the hole in his being consume him?

Author's note:
Another passion short story project I made. This is actually my first attempt at a horror story, but it got a little...deep in my attempt to create "horror/fear." (What's more scary than mental darkness, right?) It's not an exaggeration to say that this one was plucked straight from my mind and thought process. Every fear he faces is one I have. Although our levels of dealing with it differ, as the main character is how I feel on the inside, more times than I'd like to admit. I try my best and beyond to keep the darkness of loneliness at bay, but...I still feel it's *weight*. This short story is not so much a cry for help but just projecting what I feel and hoping it can help. As is all my work. Hopefully, this will grant you some hope and will make you feel less alone for you as it does for me. Or maybe I'm just shouting into the void. Either way, I chose to believe the effort is worth it. And so is trying. Always.