The shocking moment. My name is Elise Carter, and I'm trapped inside a house no one dares to enter. The cracked mirror stands before me, and the old journal in my hands pulses with strange heat. Everything is shaking. The floor, the walls, even the air feels heavy. Then I hear a voice behind me. You open the door, now no one can close it. I scream but no one hears. Is this the end or just the beginning?
Arrival in town. A week ago I arrived in a small town in Maine. I'm A behavioral psychologist here to investigate mass hallucinations linked to an abandoned house known as House Number 47. The house has been sealed since the mysterious disappearance of the Harlow family 30 years ago. Locals avoid the topic, but curiosity is stronger than fear. I expected a scientific explanation. What I found defied logic.
First night inside. On my first night, things began to shift. Whispers, shadows, footsteps that weren't mine. Behind the fireplace I discovered a journal covered in ash. Each page held strange symbols, but one message stood out. The answer is in the mirror, but don't look too long. I decoded the symbols and realized the family had tried to seal a gateway between worlds, and failed.
Rising terror. The more I read, the more the house responded. The whispers became words. The shadows took human form. One night, I found a hidden door that hadn't been there before. Inside was a room full of mirrors, each showing a different moment from the past. I saw the family trying to escape, then vanishing one by one.
Facing the truth, I realized the house wasn't just a place it was alive. The journal was a guide, but also a trap. Everyone who read it became part of the house, but I found a hidden page written in a different hand. If you want to survive, don't seek the exit. Seal what was opened.
I returned to the cracked mirror and began the incantation, The Final Ritual. As I neared the final words, a face appeared behind me in the glass, inhuman, watching. I kept reading, trembling, and placed my hand on the mirror. The house shook violently, the voices grew louder. Then silence. The mirror cleared, the journal burst into flames, the gateway was closed, the open ending.
I stepped out of the house pale but determined. In my final notes I wrote, Some doors should never be opened, but if they are we must be ready to pay the price. I left the town behind, but the house remained quiet. Was it truly over, or will someone else come and open the door again?
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