Ali Haider
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The haunted Mansion in stormy night
It was a dark and stormy night, and the winds howled through the old mansion on the hill. The lights flickered as the old house strained against the storm, and the heavy rain pounded against the windows like thousands of bony fingers scratching against the glass. The only sound above the howling of the storm was the creaking of ancient floorboards, old pipes groaning, and strange whispers that seemed to echo from within the walls themselves. Becky and her friends had been dared to spend the night in the haunted mansion. They were all in college and thought they were brave enough to face anything. But as the storm intensified, their nerves were stretched to the breaking point. The old mansion was full of hidden doorways, musty old rooms, and creepy corridors that twisted and turned like the intestines of some giant beast. Becky was separated from her friends and found herself alone in a dark room. She could hear them shouting her name from another part of the house, but the sound was distorted and muffled, as if coming from far away. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck rising, and she could sense a presence in the room with her. Something sinister was watching her, and she could feel its menacing presence. Trying to calm her nerves, Becky started exploring the room, hoping to find a way out. She reached for the door handle, but it wouldn't budge. She tried again, putting all her weight on the door, but it remained stuck. Then she noticed a small panel in the woodwork next to the door. She reached in and found a key. As she quietly slid the key into the lock, she felt like someone – or something – was watching her every move. The key turned, and the door creaked open. Darkness enveloped her, and her heart was racing as she stepped into the shadows beyond the doorway. The room beyond was a small chamber illuminated by the flickering light of a few candles. The walls were decorated with strange symbols and bizarre paintings, which looked like they had been painted by a madman. The floor was uneven and damp, and she felt something soft and squishy under her feet. She didn't want to look down, but her eyes were drawn to the object lying on the floor. It was a human hand! Her breath caught in her throat, and she flinched back instinctively. She tried to scream, but no sound escaped her throat. She could feel cold fingers brush her neck, and she knew she wasn't alone. Panic set in, and she started running blindly, her foot slipping on what she now realised was blood. She could hear heavy footsteps approaching her, and she knew that her time was running out. Her heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest. The only thing she could do was run, in the hope of finding a way out of the mansion. As she raced down the dark corridors, she could hear something chasing her. It was getting closer, and she could feel its hot breath on her neck. She turned a corner and came face-to-face with the creature that had been following her. It was a grotesque figure, with twisted limbs and bulging eyes that stared at her hungrily. She tried to scream, but no sound came out, and the creature reached for her, its long, sharp claws tearing into her flesh. She struggled and fought, but it was too strong. It was like something out of a nightmare, and she knew that this was the end. Suddenly, she woke up, sweating and panting. It was all just a dream, a bad dream – she told herself. It had all felt so real… too real. She sat up in bed, looking around the room, but there was nothing there, just the darkness of the night. She tried to convince herself that it was just her imagination playing tricks on her and that there was nothing to be afraid of. But the feeling that something was lurking in the shadows wouldn't leave her. She got up and walked to the window, looking out into the stormy night. Lightning lit up the sky, illuminating the world outside for a moment. In that moment, she saw it. A figure, lurking in the shadows below. It was the same grotesque creature from her nightmare. She could see the bulging eyes, the twisted limbs, and the sharp claws. It was watching her, waiting for its chance to strike. She knew then that her nightmare was real and that there was no escaping from the monster that had come for her. Her heart raced, and her breath caught in her throat as she saw the monster start to climb the wall towards her window. Panicking, she tried to close it, but the creature was too fast. In a moment of sheer terror, she found herself facing the beast that had haunted her dreams. It wasn't alone. It was bringing others with it, twisted, nightmare creatures like the first. They came pouring through the window, clawing and biting at her, their cold, sharp teeth sinking into her flesh. Becky screamed and screamed, but no one came to her rescue. The monsters tore her apart, bit by bit until they finally devoured her limbs and left her body torn as if it were a rag doll. Years have passed since the night that Becky and her friends went to the mansion. Her friends never did find out what happened to her, and everyone in the town assumed that she simply disappeared. The old mansion on the hill still stand there. The creaking of ancient floorboards, old pipes groaning, and whispers that seem to echo from within the walls themselves can still be heard from the chimney stacks, and the local townsfolk can't help but wonder what really happened to Becky on that dark and stormy night.
By Ali Haiderabout a year ago in Horror