Drip In The Supernatural

A ghost story

The old mansion had stood for over a century, its grandeur and beauty slowly being consumed by the passing of time. Despite its history and intrigue, the house was a place to be avoided, a place where people whispered of ghostly apparitions and unexplained occurrences.

I had always been drawn to the supernatural and the unknown, and the mansion was the perfect place to satisfy my curiosity. I assembled a team of friends, all of whom shared my fascination with the paranormal, and we decided to explore the mansion and uncover its dark secrets.

As we approached the house, a chill ran down my spine. The windows were boarded up, and the front door hung crookedly on its hinges, as if it had been blown open by an unseen force. We stepped inside, our flashlights casting eerie shadows on the walls.

The interior of the mansion was just as imposing as the exterior. Cobwebs clung to the chandeliers, and a thick layer of dust coated everything. We began to explore, our footsteps echoing off the walls. Every step creaked, every door groaned, and every window rattled, making it seem as if the house itself was warning us to leave.

As we delved deeper into the mansion, we started to notice strange things. Doors would slam shut on their own, and the sound of whispers seemed to follow us. At first, we dismissed it as the wind, but soon, the whispers became louder, more urgent. It was then that we realized we were not alone.

We set up our equipment, hoping to capture some evidence of the paranormal activity. The cameras, audio recorders, and EMF meters were all placed strategically throughout the house. As night began to fall, we huddled around the equipment, waiting for something to happen.

It didn't take long.

The first sign of activity was a sudden drop in temperature. The EMF meter began to spike, and the audio recorders picked up a faint whispering. It was a soft, raspy voice, repeating a single phrase: "Get out while you still can."

We tried to communicate with the entity, but it only grew more aggressive. The whispers turned to screams, and the lights began to flicker. We knew it was time to leave, but as we turned to make our way back to the entrance, we found that the doors were no longer there. The walls had shifted, and we were trapped.

Panic set in as we frantically searched for a way out. The screams grew louder, the lights flickered faster, and the air grew colder. It was then that we saw her. A woman in a long, tattered gown, her face twisted in a malevolent grin.

She began to move towards us, her eyes black as coal. We tried to run, but our feet felt heavy, as if rooted to the spot. The woman reached out a bony hand and touched my face. Everything went black.

When I came to, I was alone. The mansion was silent, the darkness absolute. I stumbled through the darkness, desperate to find my friends. But they were gone. The equipment was still, the cameras shattered, the audio recorders destroyed.

I stumbled out of the mansion, into the bright sunlight. But as I looked back, I saw the woman standing in the window, her eyes fixed on me. The whispering started again, the phrase echoing in my mind: "You should have gotten out while you still could."

I ran, not stopping until I was miles away from the mansion. But the image of the woman's face, the sound of her whispering, stayed with me. I knew then that I would never be able to escape the horror of that night.

Years have passed since then, but the nightmares persist. I am haunted by the memory of my friends, trapped in that mansion, forever tormented by the malevolent spirit. And I am left to wonder, will I ever be able to escape the curse of that haunted place?

The last thing I remember is the sound of whispering, growing fainter, but never truly silenced. And then, the darkness.

Reviews

[RKB]

Ooooo, spooky! I wished the characters were fleshed out a little more. Like, why was this narrator so fascinated with the paranormal and what kind of friend dynamics did he share? But, as it stands, I loved the sensory details, descriptions, and the pacing was short and sweet.