Short Stories

The Forgotten Room

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The old mansion stood tall against the backdrop of the moonlit sky, its shadow stretching ominously across the overgrown lawn. Sarah hesitated at the threshold, her hand trembling as she reached for the doorknob. She had been warned about the house's dark history, but curiosity drove her forward, into the unknown.

Inside, the air was thick with dust and the scent of decay. Every creak of the floorboards echoed through the empty corridors, sending shivers down Sarah's spine. She moved cautiously, her footsteps muffled by the worn carpet beneath her feet.

As she explored the maze-like halls, Sarah's heart quickened with each passing moment. She couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, of being followed by something unseen. The darkness seemed to press in around her, suffocating and oppressive.

At last, she came upon a door tucked away in a forgotten corner of the mansion. It was unlike the others, covered in layers of grime and barely holding together on its hinges. With a sense of dread, Sarah pushed it open, revealing a room shrouded in darkness.

As she stepped inside, a chill ran down her spine. The air was colder here, thick with the stench of decay. Shadows danced along the walls, twisting and contorting into grotesque shapes. And in the centre of the room, illuminated by a single shaft of moonlight, stood a figure.

Sarah's breath caught in her throat as she stared at the spectre before her. It was the ghost of a young girl, her pale face twisted in agony. Dark tendrils of hair hung limply around her shoulders, and her eyes gleamed with a malevolent light.

"Who are you?" Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

The ghostly figure tilted its head, a mocking smile playing at the corners of its lips. "I am the one they forgot," it whispered, its voice echoing through the room like a distant scream.

With a sudden burst of movement, the ghost lunged forward, its icy fingers wrapping around Sarah's throat. She gasped for air, clawing desperately at the ghostly hands that held her captive. But it was no use. At that moment, Sarah knew she was doomed to join the ranks of the forgotten souls trapped within the walls of the mansion forever.

As Sarah struggled against the ghost's grip, panic seized her. She could feel the life draining from her body, the darkness closing in around her. Desperate for escape, she summoned every ounce of strength she had left and managed to break free.

Gasping for breath, Sarah stumbled backward, her heart racing with terror. The ghostly figure advanced, its eyes ablaze with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine. With no other options left, Sarah turned and fled, her footsteps echoing through the empty corridors.

The mansion seemed to twist and warp around her as she ran, the walls closing in like the jaws of some unseen beast. She could hear the ghost's laughter echoing in her ears, mocking her futile attempts to escape.

But just as she reached the threshold of the front door, a blinding light filled the room, banishing the darkness and sending the ghost recoiling in fear. Sarah shielded her eyes against the glare, unable to comprehend what was happening.

When the light finally faded, Sarah found herself standing in the front yard, the mansion looming behind her like a silent sentinel. Confusion washed over her as she tried to make sense of what had just occurred.

And then, from the depths of the darkness, a voice spoke, low and haunting.

"You have been warned," it whispered, sending a chill down Sarah's spine.

With a sense of dread, she turned and fled into the night, leaving the haunted mansion behind her. But as she disappeared into the darkness, she couldn't shake the feeling that the ghostly figure still lingered, waiting patiently for its next victim.