Once upon a chilling night, nestled within a fog-shrouded town, was a manor rumored to have power over fate itself. They said anyone who dared to enter the manor would face a twisted choice: decide their own demise, or be claimed by whatever horror the house chose for them.
Eager to unravel the mystery, four friends—Sam, Mira, Noah, and Liz—decided to spend the night there, driven by a fascination with the paranormal. They passed through the creaking gates, and the door shut behind them with a heavy thud. As the clock struck midnight, a chilling voice echoed through the halls: “Welcome. Tonight, each of you will decide your own end.”
The friends laughed nervously, brushing off the voice as a trick. But as the minutes crept on, strange things began to happen. Sam felt an icy hand on his shoulder, Mira heard footsteps trailing her, Noah saw shadows moving in the mirror, and Liz could feel eyes watching her.
One by one, they encountered visions of their fears: Sam found himself trapped in a shrinking room, suffocating in darkness; Mira wandered through endless mirrors, each reflection more monstrous than the last; Noah stumbled into a forest where trees whispered his name, and Liz faced a storm of haunting laughter in a hall of endless doors.
The voice returned, hollow and cold: “Choose wisely, or let the house decide.” Panic set in, and they began to make their choices, hoping to escape their nightmares. But in the end, only one emerged from the manor, bearing the scars of a tale no one would believe. They never revealed the truth of their decision, haunted forever by the memory of that night.
They say the manor still stands, waiting for those brave enough to test their fate.
As the clock neared dawn, Sam, Mira, and Noah were nowhere to be seen. Liz, alone and trembling, tried to find a way out. Her mind raced with fear and regret, her friends’ last screams echoing in her head.
She stumbled upon a grand staircase that hadn’t been there before. At the top was a heavy iron door, its surface etched with ominous symbols. Summoning her remaining courage, Liz opened it, hoping it would lead to safety. But as she stepped inside, she realized it was the same room they had entered at the start of the night.
Standing in the center was a mirror, tall and ancient, with an eerie glow around its frame. In its reflection, Liz saw her friends—Sam trapped in darkness, Mira forever lost among mirrors, and Noah haunted by ghostly trees. She reached out, hoping to touch them, but her hand sank into the cold glass, pulling her into the mirror.
As dawn broke, the manor fell silent. The townspeople later claimed they saw four new faces in the manor’s windows that morning—each expression frozen in eternal terror.
And so, the house gained four new souls, trapped forever in their own nightmares, waiting for the next visitors who dared to enter. The manor’s curse remained unbroken, and its doors lay waiting, ready to offer another chance for someone to decide their own death.
And the fog-shrouded manor still stands, forever enticing, daring the curious to enter—if they dare.