cursed house. Life moved on, as it always does-new cities, new face

skirts-not the cursed mansion, but close enough. The house was beautiful, with ivy-clad wall

mosphere-a coldness that seeped into your bones, even when the windows were open. At first, i

the whis

.. come

carried on the wind like a forgotten memory. She'd tell her parents, but they dism

the attic, covered with a tattered sheet. The glass was crac

someone

fear, hollow eyes

e house felt... different. The walls pulsed with a f

ing to believe in things he couldn't see. But when he tried to

s reflection move when he wasn't looking, and feel co

s was growi

ways spoken of old legends and haunted tales. Maa Sumati

e ground," she said quietly. "It

a quiet coastal town far from Kolkata. Arjun was no longer the boy who had fled fr

m about the house, A

" he whispered. "It just w

rned with Ananya to

dark, its surface reflecting not just their faces but

t the darkness with strength alone. It fed on fear

r, his reflection shifting, twist

ape," the dark

un met

scape," he replied.

shrieking, twisting into itself as Arju

s cracked, the darkness scre

didn't have the strength to fight back. It dis

the house, the first rays o

n't just

y w

ked away, Anany

she saw her own reflection

her

e dark

me curses

ust...