The Haunted House That Reveals Its Dark Secrets

They say the old Blackwood Manor was abandoned for a reason.

Every owner vanished without a trace.

Some claim to hear whispers in the halls, others see shadows moving where no one stands.

But the truth?

It’s buried beneath the floorboards, waiting for someone brave—or foolish—enough to uncover it.

One night, a historian named Daniel decided to investigate.

He found an old diary hidden in the walls, its pages filled with desperate warnings.

‘Do not stay past midnight,’ one entry read.

As the clock struck twelve, the air grew heavy, and a door that had been locked for decades

creaked open on its own.

Daniel stepped inside the hidden room, his flashlight flickering.

The walls were covered in names—hundreds of them—scratched into the wood.

At the center stood a single chair, restraints still attached.

A whisper filled the air: ‘You shouldn’t be here.’ The door slammed shut behind him, and the temperature

dropped to an unbearable chill.

Daniel tried to run, but the walls seemed to close in.

A figure emerged from the shadows—its face blurred, its voice a distorted echo.

‘Finish what they started,’ it whispered.

The diary’s final page fluttered open: ‘The house chooses who stays.’ The lights flickered, and Daniel’s name appeared

on the wall, freshly carved.