Tears in Eyes

As I walked through the old mansion, I couldn't help but notice the eerie atmosphere that surrounded me. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the flickering candles cast eerie shadows on the walls. I had always been drawn to the supernatural and the unknown, and this mansion was rumored to be one of the most haunted places in the country.

I had arrived at the mansion in the dead of night, my car crunching on the gravel driveway as I pulled up. The house loomed before me, its turrets and spires reaching towards the sky like skeletal fingers. I shivered as I stepped out of the car, the wind whipping through my hair as I approached the entrance.

The front door creaked as I pushed it open, and I stepped inside, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. The interior was musty and decaying, cobwebs hanging from the chandeliers like macabre tapestries. I wandered through the rooms, my footsteps echoing off the walls as I searched for some sign of life.

But there was nothing. No sign of anyone, no indication that anyone had ever lived here. And yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I kept catching glimpses of movement out of the corner of my eye, but whenever I turned to look, there was no one there.

As I explored deeper into the house, I began to notice strange symbols etched into the walls. They seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy, and I could feel a dark presence lurking just out of sight. I tried to ignore it, telling myself it was just my imagination, but the feeling only grew stronger.

Suddenly, I heard a faint sobbing. It was a soft, mournful sound, and it seemed to be coming from the room at the end of the hall. I felt a chill run down my spine as I approached the door, my heart pounding in my chest.

As I entered the room, I saw her. She was a young woman, her face pale and tear-stained. Her eyes were red and puffy, and tears streamed down her face as she rocked back and forth in a chair. I tried to speak to her, but she didn't respond. She just kept crying, her tears falling like rain onto the floor.

I felt a surge of compassion for her, and I knelt down beside her. "What's wrong?" I asked, trying to keep my voice gentle.

But she didn't answer. She just kept crying, her tears falling like tears of blood onto the floor. And then, I saw it. A figure standing behind her, its face twisted into a grotesque grin. Its eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and I could feel its malevolent presence washing over me.

I tried to scream, but my voice was frozen in my throat. The figure began to move towards me, its slow, deliberate steps echoing through the darkness. I was paralyzed with fear, unable to move or escape. And then, everything went black.

When I came to, I was lying on the floor, my head throbbing with pain. The woman was gone, but the tears she had cried were still there, pooling on the floor like a sea of sorrow. And I knew that I had to get out of there, to escape the darkness and the malevolent presence that lurked within.

I stumbled to my feet, my heart still racing with fear. I knew I had to get out of there, to escape the tears of the damned. And I didn't stop running until I was back in my car, speeding away from the mansion and the horrors that lurked within.