Bloody Night



On a foggy night in the small, secluded village of Ravenwood, a group of friends decided to spend their weekend at the infamous Bloodstone Manor. The old mansion, shrouded in mystery and tales of gruesome murders, seemed like the perfect place for a thrilling adventure.

Lily, the group's self-appointed leader, gathered her friends in the living room. "Alright, guys, let's split up and explore the house. Remember, we're here to find out if the legends are true!" Her eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Split up? Isn't that how people die in horror movies?" Sam, the skeptical one, asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Come on, Sam. It's all just stories. There's no such thing as ghosts," replied Mike, the brave but slightly dim-witted friend.

With a reluctant nod, the group split into pairs and wandered through the creaky, dimly lit mansion. As the night grew darker, strange things began to happen. Doors creaked open by themselves, and distant whispers echoed through the hallways.

In one of the rooms, Emma and Tom found an old, dusty portrait of a stern-looking man. "Hey, Tom, doesn't he look like your grumpy uncle?" Emma teased.

Tom squinted at the portrait. "Nah, my uncle is scarier."

Suddenly, the portrait's eyes seemed to follow them, and a cold chill ran down their spines. They decided to leave the room quickly, their laughter turning into nervous giggles.

Meanwhile, in the basement, Lily and Mike discovered an old, rusty chest. "I bet there’s treasure in there!" Mike exclaimed, rubbing his hands together.

"Or a cursed object," Lily replied, rolling her eyes. But curiosity got the best of them, and they pried the chest open, only to find… a pile of moldy socks.

"Wow, the horror!" Mike said sarcastically, holding up a particularly smelly sock. "Maybe these belonged to the ghost!"

Upstairs, Sam and Jake were exploring the attic when they heard a loud thud. They turned around to see a shadowy figure approaching them. "Uh, Sam, do you see that?" Jake stammered.

Sam, trying to stay calm, said, "Yeah, probably just Lily trying to scare us." But the figure kept coming closer, and Sam's bravado faded. "Okay, maybe we should run."

As they sprinted downstairs, they collided with Emma and Tom, who were fleeing from the creepy portrait. The group tumbled into the living room, out of breath and wide-eyed.

"Did you guys see that?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, and it wasn't just our imagination," Sam replied, panting.

Suddenly, the lights flickered, and a ghastly figure appeared in the doorway. It was a translucent woman in a bloodstained dress, her eyes hollow and menacing.

The friends screamed and huddled together, but then the ghost spoke in a surprisingly cheerful voice, "Hello, guests! Welcome to Bloodstone Manor!"

Everyone stared in disbelief as the ghost continued, "I'm Margaret, the resident ghost. It's been so long since I've had company. Would you like some tea?"

The tension broke, and the friends burst into laughter. "Seriously? Tea with a ghost?" Mike chuckled.

Margaret smiled. "Yes, I may be a ghost, but I still have my manners. Now, follow me to the kitchen."

As they followed the friendly ghost, Sam whispered to Lily, "I guess this is what they mean by 'killer hospitality.'"

The night turned out to be less of a horror story and more of a humorous, unexpected adventure. They spent the rest of the evening chatting with Margaret, who turned out to be quite the storyteller, sharing both terrifying and amusing tales of her life and afterlife.

And so, the legend of Bloodstone Manor was rewritten, not as a place of dread, but as a quirky haunted house with the most hospitable ghost in Ravenwood. The friends left with unforgettable memories and a promise to return for another "bloody good" time.