THE SCARY HOUSE

THE SCARY HOUSE

Chapter one

As the sun set in the sky, the blue sedan rolled down the bumpy road of ORPH. Its windows were rolled down, and the wind blew wildly through it.

" Bella! are we almost there?" Sophia asked eagerly and waved to some villagers on their way from the farm. Each of them was ladened with a basket filled with vegetables.

" Hello!" Sophia called out to them, and Bella scolded her sister gently.

" SH! Remember, you don't talk to strangers!"

" I know, sis," she exclaimed, relaxing back in her chair sadly.

Bella had been driving for the past two hours from her town to Orph. Bella was exhausted, but they had no option than to take this trip.

Orph was gifted to them by her late grandmother in her will with its mansion and all. This was her first time visiting this town with its beautiful surroundings and all." Oh my!" she gasped out loud.

" what was that?" Bella screamed in terror, as she brought the car to a halt at the corner of the road.

" was that a dog? why on earth would a dog just run into my cat for God's sake?' Bella cried out in exasperation, why Sophia kept peeping around the car.

" sis, did we hit the dog?"

" I don't know. just wanna check" opening the car door, she bent to look under but found nothing,

THE SCARY HOUSE

CHAPTER TWO

Finally, Bella got to the large mansion through a narrow road that was surrounded by bushes on both sides. A gigantic gate leading to the mansion stood in her front with a huge padlock, which obviously was locked. Touching her neck, she extracted a necklace that had a golden key attached when she removed the lock. “Bella is this our new house? It’s so big…..” Sophia said with a sigh before opening the car door to emerge from the car excitedly.

“Yes it is” she replied with a smile and also came out of the car gingerly, taking a look at the beautiful scenery before her. There was a beautiful garden by the left which had lots of trees and fruits. Although the grasses and w**d had overgrown the lawns and bed grasses but it couldn’t hide the beauty of the house. She could envision her grandparents or even her mother playing as kids on the large terrace and balcony.

“Bella we don’t have to go back to our small house, right?’ Turning to her sseven years old sister, she smiled and put her arms around her small shoulder in a hug.

“No dear. We are going to make a beautiful life here together because you will be going to a new school and making new friends too”

“Yesssss! “The little girl shouted excitedly as she ran towards the gate to peep in through the iron pillars” Come on! Come on! Open up!”

Bella smiled happily and moved closer to open the gate while Sophia hopped around her happily and eagerly awaiting to enter. There was a loud clang, and the padlock gave way, leaving the gate wide open. “Yeeeee!” The two sisters shouted aloud and ran back to the car to drive in. Bella put the car music very loud, and both sisters danced hippie hip to the western hip hop. ‘come on let’s get inside it’s getting late now, dear!” she couldn’t believe their good fortune after living from hand to mouth since their parent demise.

The lawyer who had contacted her had informed her of the will, which also involved a huge amount of money left by her grandmother at her demise last year. Bella’s father had been disowned by his parents when he insisted on marrying a poor girl who was way out of their financial league and status. Grandma lewis had loved her two grand children sophia and bella so much that she had willed them all she had. Her husband had died two years before her own demise.

“Come on, let's go in” Sophia said, tugging her arm gently, and Bella had no option but to try the door knob but it didn’t open. Where could the key be? She asked herself as she tried opening it again to no avail. On impulse, she removed the foot mat and behold the key was there! “ Come on”

“Sophia dear, let’s get our bags from the car”

“No…. let’s see the house first”

Then she found herself awake and with a sigh, realized it had all been a dream. Going back to sleep slowly, Bella hoped tomorrow would be here quickly so she could escape to the other world of peace in Orph.

THE HAUNTED HOUSE

Chapter Three: Arrival

As the sun began to dip into the horizon, the blue sedan rattled along the cracked road leading into Orph. The shadows of tall trees reached across the dirt path like skeletal fingers, and the car bounced over every stone and pothole as though protesting the journey. The wind, sharp and dry, rushed in through the open windows, whipping Sophia’s loose hair into wild tangles.

“Bella! Are we almost there?” Sophia asked with the eagerness only a seven-year-old could manage. She leaned halfway out the window and waved to a group of villagers trudging home from the fields. Each figure carried a heavy basket piled high with vegetables, their faces hard and unreadable.

“Hello!” Sophia called brightly.

“Shhh!” Bella’s voice came sharp, tugging Sophia back into the seat. “Remember what I told you? Don’t talk to strangers.”

“I know, sis,” Sophia muttered, retreating into her seat with a sulk. Her small hands twisted the hem of her dress.

Bella sighed, eyes fixed on the road. She had been driving for nearly two hours, the weight of fatigue pressing down on her shoulders. But she had no choice. This trip to Orph had been long overdue.

Their late grandmother had left them this town—this mansion—wrapped in shadows and stories. Bella had never visited as a child; her father had severed ties with his parents long before she was born. Now, all that remained of their family’s forgotten roots lay beyond this road.

“Oh my God!” Bella gasped suddenly, slamming her foot on the brake. The sedan skidded with a squeal of tires and stopped at the bend of the road.

Sophia shrieked and clutched the dashboard. “What happened?”

Bella’s breath came in ragged bursts. “I—something ran across the road. Did you see it?”

“I didn’t!” Sophia scrambled in her seat, peering through the windshield. “Was it a dog?”

“It looked like one…” Bella whispered, her voice trembling. “But—it wasn’t right. Its eyes—” She cut herself off, shaking her head. “Maybe I’m just tired.”

She forced herself to open the door, the hinges groaning like an old man’s joints. Stepping into the chill air, she crouched to check beneath the car.

Nothing.

The road lay empty, the trees swaying quietly in the dusk. A faint breeze rustled the bushes, carrying with it the smell of damp earth. Bella stood slowly, swallowing hard.

“See anything?” Sophia called nervously.

Bella forced a smile. “No. Must’ve been my imagination.”

But as she slid back into the driver’s seat, she couldn’t shake the image—two glowing, animal-like eyes, wide and unblinking, staring back at her before vanishing into the dark.

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Chapter Four: The House

The narrow road finally delivered them to the mansion. Surrounded by choking weeds and towering bushes, it loomed like a relic of another time. The iron gate stretched high, crowned with sharp spikes that gleamed faintly in the twilight. A heavy padlock secured it, rust eating at its sides.

Bella pulled the car to a stop. For a moment, both sisters sat in silence, staring.

“Bella,” Sophia whispered, her voice full of awe. “Is this really ours?”

Bella touched the chain around her neck, drawing out the necklace with the golden key. “Yes,” she said softly. “Grandma left it to us.”

The padlock gave way with a loud clang as Bella turned the key. The gate creaked open with agonizing slowness, the sound echoing like a groan through the still air.

“Yeeees!” Sophia squealed, dashing forward. She pressed her small face between the iron pillars, eyes wide. “It’s so big!”

Bella smiled faintly, though unease stirred in her chest. “Yes. It’s ours now.”

They pushed the gate wide and drove through, gravel crunching beneath the tires. The mansion rose before them, its dark windows catching the last light of day. Vines climbed the stone walls, swallowing parts of the structure. The once-glorious garden lay overrun with weeds, though a strange beauty clung to it still—fruit trees bent with age, rosebushes gone wild, and grass waist-high in places.

Sophia pressed her face to the car window. “It’s like a castle,” she breathed.

Bella didn’t answer. Her gaze lingered on the high terrace and the long, shadow-draped balcony. She could almost see shapes—children running, voices calling in laughter—but when she blinked, the terrace stood empty.

Shaking off the thought, she parked near the front steps.

“Come on, let’s go inside,” Sophia chirped, tugging at her arm.

Bella tried the front door, but the knob refused to turn. Frowning, she bent down and lifted the old welcome mat.

The key lay waiting beneath.

Her stomach tightened.

“See? Just like in movies!” Sophia giggled, hopping in place.

Bella forced another smile. “Yeah. Just like in movies.”

She unlocked the door. It swung inward with a long groan, releasing a breath of air so stale and cold that it felt as though the house itself exhaled after years of silence.

“Wow,” Sophia whispered, stepping inside without hesitation.

Bella hesitated at the threshold. For a moment, she swore she heard something—low, muffled, almost like a whisper. It came from deep within the house, curling around the walls like smoke.

Then silence.

“Bella! Come on!” Sophia’s voice echoed from the grand foyer.

Bella swallowed hard and stepped inside.

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Chapter Five: The First Night

The foyer swallowed them whole. Shadows clung to the vaulted ceiling like cobwebs, and the chandelier overhead sagged, crystals dulled with decades of dust. Every sound carried too far—the echo of their shoes, the creak of the door shutting behind them, even Sophia’s small breath seemed amplified, bouncing off marble and wood.

“Whoa,” Sophia gasped. “It’s huge!”

Bella’s hand instinctively reached for a light switch. Her fingers brushed a brass plate, cold against her skin. She flipped it.

Nothing.

The house remained dark, lit only by the bruised twilight seeping through high windows.

Sophia darted forward, her shoes clapping against the cracked marble floor. She ran beneath the grand staircase that spiraled upward in elegant ruin, its banister a twisted ribbon of carved wood.

“Don’t run!” Bella called, her voice sharp. She hated how it echoed back to her, distorted, as though someone else had spoken the same words a second later.

Sophia stopped, glancing up at the balcony that circled the second floor. “Did you hear that?”

Bella stiffened. “Hear what?”

“That voice. It sounded like…” Sophia frowned. “Like you, but…not you.”

Bella forced a laugh. “Old houses creak. That’s all.” But even as she said it, her stomach tightened.

She pulled her phone from her pocket, but the screen flashed red—No Service.

“Figures,” she muttered.

From the corner of her eye, she thought she saw movement on the second-floor balcony. A pale flicker. Like someone leaning on the railing, watching.

Her throat closed for a moment, and she blinked hard. When she looked again, the space was empty.

“Bella, can we see the rooms?” Sophia asked, already tugging at the banister, eager to climb.

“Not yet,” Bella said quickly. “We’ll stay downstairs tonight. We don’t know if the floorboards are safe.”

Sophia groaned but obeyed.

They explored the ground floor in cautious steps. Each doorway revealed another relic of the past:

A dining hall with a long table draped in a sheet of dust, chairs toppled as though dinner had been abandoned mid-meal.

A study lined with shelves, their books swollen with age, spines gnawed by insects.

A parlor where moth-eaten curtains framed tall windows, the fabric moving slightly though the glass was sealed.

Everywhere, time had stopped. And yet…there were signs of life. A teacup left on a side table, rim stained dark. A mirror wiped clean in a streak amid the dust.

“Maybe someone still lives here,” Sophia whispered, as if reading Bella’s thoughts.

“No,” Bella said firmly. “It’s ours now. Nobody lives here.”

She didn’t believe herself.

By the time night fully set in, they’d chosen a smaller room near the kitchen to sleep in. Bella found some old blankets in a cedar chest and spread them across the floor. They huddled together, the house groaning around them as though settling into their weight.

Sophia clutched a stuffed rabbit to her chest. “Bella?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think Grandma was happy here?”

Bella hesitated. “I don’t know. Dad never talked about her much.”

“Why not?”

Bella stared at the cracked plaster ceiling, listening to the faint shuffle of movement above them. Her mouth went dry.

“Because,” she whispered, “he didn’t want us to know.”

Silence stretched between them, broken only by the wind against the windows. Finally, Sophia’s breathing slowed into sleep.

Bella didn’t sleep. She lay awake, watching shadows ripple across the wall. And sometime past midnight, she heard it again—a whisper. Low, curling, threading through the cracks in the house.

Her name.

“Bella…”

She sat up, heart hammering, eyes scanning the dark.

“Who’s there?” she hissed.

The whisper faded into the boards above, leaving her in silence once more.

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Chapter Six: The Locked Door

Morning arrived pale and heavy, sunlight struggling through the grime-caked windows. Bella’s head throbbed from lack of sleep, but Sophia bounced up with restless energy.

“Let’s explore upstairs now!” she begged, tugging at Bella’s arm.

Reluctantly, Bella agreed. The grand staircase groaned beneath their weight, each step sending vibrations through the bannister. The second floor stretched before them like a forgotten hotel corridor—rows of doors, each closed, each waiting.

Sophia darted to the nearest and twisted the knob. It opened with a reluctant squeal, revealing a bedroom thick with dust. The bed sagged beneath a rotted canopy, sheets yellowed with age. A vanity mirror stood cracked, reflecting their warped shapes.

“This was probably Grandma’s,” Sophia said, wandering inside.

Bella lingered at the threshold. She felt watched, though the room was empty. The mirror seemed to hold more than just their reflections—it felt deeper, darker, as though if she leaned closer she might see someone standing just behind her shoulder.

“Let’s check the others,” she said quickly.

Door by door, they explored. Bedrooms filled with broken toys, closets with moth-chewed coats, a bathroom where the porcelain tub was stained brown with rust.

Then they found it.

At the far end of the hall stood a door unlike the others. Taller, heavier, its wood darker as though scorched. Where the other knobs turned easily, this one rattled uselessly in Bella’s hand.

“It’s locked,” she muttered.

Sophia crouched, peering through the keyhole. “I see something!”

Bella bent down beside her. The keyhole revealed nothing but blackness. Yet a faint smell wafted out—damp, sour, almost metallic.

“Step back,” Bella said. She tugged at the knob again, harder this time. The door held fast.

“Maybe the key’s somewhere else,” Sophia suggested. “Like in the study!”

“Maybe,” Bella admitted, though unease prickled her skin. Something about the locked door felt deliberate, like a warning.

As they turned to leave, a sound rose from the other side.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Slow. Even. Knuckles against wood.

Sophia froze, eyes wide. “Bella…”

Bella grabbed her wrist. “We’re going downstairs. Now.”

They hurried back to the staircase, but Sophia glanced over her shoulder. The locked door was still shut tight, but she swore she saw the knob twitch.

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Chapter Seven: The Stranger

By evening, the house seemed heavier. The air pressed closer, carrying with it that same faint smell of damp wood and rust. Bella couldn’t stop thinking about the locked door. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard it—the slow, deliberate tap… tap… tap.

Sophia, on the other hand, treated it all like an adventure. She skipped through the halls, poking her nose into cupboards and drawers, squealing when she found odd trinkets: a broken locket, a carved wooden horse, a silver spoon bent in half.

“Bella! Look! Isn’t it cool?” she held up the spoon, her small hands smudged with dust.

“Yeah, great,” Bella muttered distractedly. Her eyes swept the windows, where the sunlight was fading fast. Shadows seemed to linger a little too long in the corners of the house.

That’s when the knock came.

Not from upstairs.

From the front door.

Both sisters froze.

Three knocks. Firm. Slow.

Bella’s chest tightened. Nobody was supposed to know they were here. They hadn’t told anyone, and Orph was too far from their town for anyone to casually drop by.

Sophia whispered, “Who is it?”

“Stay here.” Bella rose, moving toward the foyer. The knocking came again, louder this time, rattling the wood.

Her hand hovered over the doorknob. For a heartbeat, she considered ignoring it. But then—

“Hello?” A voice called. Male. Calm, steady. “I saw the gate open. Thought someone might’ve finally moved in.”

Bella exhaled, relief washing through her—yet unease lingered. She opened the door just enough to see a man standing there. He was tall, dressed in a worn brown coat, hat pulled low. His eyes, though shadowed, seemed sharp and watchful.

“Evening,” he greeted with a polite smile. “Name’s Elias. I live down by the mill road. Didn’t expect anyone to take this place.”

Bella forced a smile of her own. “We just… inherited it. I’m Bella, and this is my sister Sophia.”

At the sound of her name, Sophia peeked around Bella’s legs, wide-eyed. Elias tipped his hat. “Pleasure.”

Bella tightened her grip on the door. “Sorry, it’s late. We’re still getting settled.”

Elias’s gaze flicked over her shoulder into the dim foyer. His smile thinned. “Just be careful in there.”

Her breath caught. “…What do you mean?”

For a moment, he didn’t answer. Then, leaning in just slightly, he said in a lower voice:

“Locks are there for a reason.”

Before Bella could respond, Elias tipped his hat again and turned away, vanishing down the road without another word.

The silence that followed felt suffocating.

Sophia whispered, “Bella… he knows about the door.”

Bella shut the door with trembling hands. She didn’t say it aloud, but she knew her sister was right.

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Chapter Eight: The Whispering Hall

That night, Bella dreamed of the door. She stood in the upstairs hallway, the air cold and wet, the locked door looming at the end like a giant’s shadow. From behind it came whispers—layered voices, too many to count, speaking words she couldn’t understand.

When she tried to run, her feet sank into the floorboards as though the house was swallowing her whole.

She woke with a start, chest heaving. Beside her, Sophia slept peacefully, curled into her blanket.

But something wasn’t right.

The sound was still there.

A whisper.

Real.

Bella sat up slowly, straining her ears. The whisper curled through the hall outside, just beyond their door. It wasn’t angry. It wasn’t even clear. Just persistent.

She crept to the door, pressing her ear against the wood.

“…Bella…”

Her heart lurched.

“…come…”

She stumbled back, hand clamped over her mouth to keep from screaming.

And then—

A soft creak, as if someone was walking down the hall.

Toward the locked door.

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Chapter Nine – The Warnings

The house seemed to breathe with them now. Each creak of the floorboards, each groan of the walls, carried the weight of something alive, waiting. Bella tried not to admit it to herself, but she no longer trusted the silence of Orph. It was too complete, too heavy, like a blanket pressed over the mouth of someone struggling to scream.

On the second morning, Bella woke to the sound of her sister whispering. At first, she thought Sophia was dreaming. But when she pushed herself upright, she found Sophia sitting cross-legged by the bedroom door, her small palm pressed flat against the wood. Her lips moved soundlessly, as though she were answering someone.

“Sophia?”

Her voice cut through the hush. The little girl jumped, spinning around with wide eyes.

“I—uh—was talking to Mr. Whiskers,” she stammered quickly, clutching her stuffed rabbit to her chest.

Bella frowned. “I heard another voice.”

Sophia shook her head so hard her curls bounced. “Nope. Just me.”

Bella’s stomach tightened. She wanted to scold, to demand the truth, but Sophia looked so fragile sitting there, her knees drawn to her chest, that Bella swallowed her words. She couldn’t bear to frighten her sister. Not yet.

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They ate in the kitchen, sunlight slipping weakly through the grime-caked windows. Bella had managed to coax the old stove to life with matches and kindling. It smelled faintly of smoke, but it worked.

“Do you like it here?” Bella asked, keeping her tone light.

Sophia grinned, her feet swinging beneath the chair. “It’s like living in a fairy tale! Big halls, secret rooms—don’t you think it’s fun?”

Bella forced a smile and stirred her coffee. “More like a nightmare.”

Her sister’s face crumpled in disappointment. Bella reached across the table quickly, taking Sophia’s hand. “I didn’t mean that. I’m just tired. Once we clean it up, it’ll feel more like home.”

That brought back the grin, but Bella noticed the way Sophia kept sneaking glances toward

Got it — here’s Chapter Nine and Chapter Ten in full (together they’re ~2,000 words, fitting our pacing toward the 5,000-word conclusion). I’ve kept the tone eerie, suspenseful, and character-driven.

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Chapter Nine – The Warnings

The house seemed to breathe with them now. Each creak of the floorboards, each groan of the walls, carried the weight of something alive, waiting. Bella tried not to admit it to herself, but she no longer trusted the silence of Orph. It was too complete, too heavy, like a blanket pressed over the mouth of someone struggling to scream.

On the second morning, Bella woke to the sound of her sister whispering. At first, she thought Sophia was dreaming. But when she pushed herself upright, she found Sophia sitting cross-legged by the bedroom door, her small palm pressed flat against the wood. Her lips moved soundlessly, as though she were answering someone.

“Sophia?”

Her voice cut through the hush. The little girl jumped, spinning around with wide eyes.

“I—uh—was talking to Mr. Whiskers,” she stammered quickly, clutching her stuffed rabbit to her chest.

Bella frowned. “I heard another voice.”

Sophia shook her head so hard her curls bounced. “Nope. Just me.”

Bella’s stomach tightened. She wanted to scold, to demand the truth, but Sophia looked so fragile sitting there, her knees drawn to her chest, that Bella swallowed her words. She couldn’t bear to frighten her sister. Not yet.

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They ate in the kitchen, sunlight slipping weakly through the grime-caked windows. Bella had managed to coax the old stove to life with matches and kindling. It smelled faintly of smoke, but it worked.

“Do you like it here?” Bella asked, keeping her tone light.

Sophia grinned, her feet swinging beneath the chair. “It’s like living in a fairy tale! Big halls, secret rooms—don’t you think it’s fun?”

Bella forced a smile and stirred her coffee. “More like a nightmare.”

Her sister’s face crumpled in disappointment. Bella reached across the table quickly, taking Sophia’s hand. “I didn’t mean that. I’m just tired. Once we clean it up, it’ll feel more like home.”

That brought back the grin, but Bella noticed the way Sophia kept sneaking glances toward the shadowed hallway. It was as if she were hiding something.

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That afternoon, Bella went out to fetch a blanket from the car. The air outside was oddly chill for spring, carrying the faint scent of rain though the sky was clear. The iron gate stood open, weeds curling through the bars. She knew she’d closed it earlier, but it gaped now like a mouth.

And someone stood there.

Elias.

The man from the night before. He stood beyond the gate, tall and motionless, his brown coat hanging loose over his frame.

Bella’s chest tightened. “What do you want?”

He didn’t move closer. His eyes, shadowed beneath the brim of his hat, searched the upper windows of the mansion. “Didn’t think anyone would last a night in there.”

Bella crossed her arms. “Well, we did.”

He tilted his head, considering her. “Be careful, miss. That place doesn’t forgive trespassers.”

Her pulse raced. “How do you know about the house?”

Elias’s mouth curved in something too sharp to be a smile. “Locks are there for a reason.”

Her breath caught. “What did you say?”

But he had already turned, boots crunching on the gravel as he walked away. “Don’t open what was meant to stay shut,” he called over his shoulder before vanishing down the road.

Bella stood frozen, the wind clawing at her hair. When she finally went back inside, Sophia was waiting in the hall, staring at her with solemn eyes.

“Who was that?”

“Just a neighbor.”

Sophia clutched her rabbit tightly. “He knows about the door, doesn’t he?”

Bella knelt quickly, gripping her sister’s shoulders. “Listen to me, Sophia. You stay away from that door. Promise me.”

Sophia hesitated. Then she whispered, “What if it calls me?”

Bella’s heart skipped. “Then you don’t answer. Do you understand?”

Sophia nodded, but her eyes didn’t match the promise.

That night, the whispers came again. Bella lay awake, staring at the ceiling, and heard her name echo through the hallways.

“…Bella… come…”

And somewhere, beneath her blankets, Sophia whispered back.

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Chapter Ten – The History of Orph

By the third day, Bella could no longer pretend the house was just “old.” It was restless. Mirrors seemed to breathe when she passed them, dust shifting on their glass as if stirred by lips that weren’t there. In the parlor, a clock that hadn’t ticked in decades suddenly began to chime—midnight tolls that echoed for too long.

And Sophia… Sophia was slipping further away.

She wandered into empty rooms, talking quietly to corners. She laughed at jokes no one else had told. Sometimes, when Bella caught her unawares, Sophia’s expression was distant, almost vacant, as though her small body was only half occupied.

Desperate, Bella decided to seek answers in the village. She told Sophia she needed to fetch supplies and that under no circumstances was she to leave the house. Sophia only smiled faintly and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t be alone.”

The words chilled Bella’s blood.

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The village of Orph was smaller than Bella expected—stone cottages lining narrow, uneven streets, their chimneys coughing thin trails of smoke. The people stopped to watch her as she passed. Their stares weren’t curious but wary, as though she carried some unseen plague.

She found the library tucked at the far edge of the square, a squat brick building with ivy strangling its walls. Inside, the air was thick with mildew and paper.

The librarian was an elderly woman, her hair pulled into a tight knot. She peered at Bella over wire spectacles. “Can I help you?”

Bella swallowed. “I—I just moved into the Lewis house.”

The woman’s face blanched. Her hands stilled on the ledger. “The Lewis house?”

“Yes. My grandmother left it to us.”

For a long moment, the librarian only stared. Then, with a sigh, she beckoned Bella to follow. She led her to the farthest shelves, where the oldest records were kept—thick, cracked volumes bound in leather.

“This town keeps its history,” she murmured, pulling one open. Yellowed newspaper clippings filled the pages. She tapped one with a trembling finger.

The headline read: “Tragedy at the Lewis Estate—Three Servants Dead.”

Bella leaned closer. The story told of strange illnesses, sudden deaths, accidents that didn’t

It stood ajar, just enough to show the blackness inside of