The Mansion on Willow Street
Written by Damien T.
The old, abandoned mansion at the end of Willow Street had always been a source of dread for the townspeople. Its rotting timbers leaned ominously, casting long, crooked shadows over the overgrown garden. It was said that the house was cursed, that anyone who dared to step inside would be met with a terrible fate. But for Ruby, a young girl with an adventurous and curious spirit, the temptation to visit the mansion was irresistible.
On a cold, autumn night, Ruby carried a flickering candle and set out to explore the mansion. The overgrown garden seemed to have paved a path that led her straight to the front door. Ignoring the butterflies in her stomach, she pushed the creaking door open, and the mansion swallowed her whole.
Inside, the air was heavy but still, and immediately filled Ruby’s nose with a musty, damp smell. The wallpaper was peeling away to reveal the deformed faces of long-forgotten occupants. Ruby’s candlelight danced eerily as she ventured deeper into the mansion.
In the dim light, Ruby discovered a grand ballroom. The magnificent chandeliers were now covered in a tangled mess of cobwebs. Somehow, she could faintly make out a haunting waltz before her, as if the ghosts of the past were still trapped in a never-ending dance. The room seemed to possess an ominous energy that sent shivers down her spine.
Next, she found a narrow staircase leading to the basement. Its steps creaked with each movement, echoing through the darkness below. She hesitated at the threshold but continued, her curiosity driving her forward.
In the basement, Ruby stumbled upon a collection of ancient books and scrolls, their pages filled with cryptic symbols and magic spells. Dust and the smell of decay hung heavily in the air, and she felt an unseen presence watching her every move. As she read through the forbidden texts, her vision blurred, and she was filled with an unsettling sense of dread.
Without any warning, a ghost-like figure materialized before her, its hollow eyes fixed on Ruby. It whispered “I am Eleanor, stay with me” over and over, in a bone-chilling and grief-stricken voice. Ruby felt an icy hand grip her heart as she realized she was not alone. Eleanor’s lonely spirit was trapped in this forsaken place, forever haunting its halls and was desperately looking for a companion!
Terrified, Ruby fled the basement, stumbling up the staircase and back into the eerie silence of the mansion’s upper floors. Plunging forward, she could feel a shadow pulling her back as she fought to get away with every fighting step. Every creak and groan of the corroded structure seemed to urge her to stay and become a permanent resident of this cursed and phantom place.
Desperate to escape, Ruby burst through a random door and found herself in a forgotten attic, filled with broken antiques and tattered drapes. As she turned to leave, she saw her own reflection in a cracked, dusty mirror. But it wasn’t just her reflection, it was a hideous, distorted version of herself, with sunken eyes and a sinister grin.
The mirror came alive, mocking Ruby by showing her a disturbing version of her own soul. Ruby screamed and kicked the mirror, shattering it into hundreds of pieces. The eerie laughter that echoed through the attic sent her fleeing down the attic stairs, tripping and stumbling in her haste to escape.
She burst out of the front door, gasping for air and covered in scratches and bruises. The mansion loomed behind her but she felt the pull, still trying to draw her back in. With her last ounce of strength, Ruby fled into the night and vowed never to return to this cursed place.
To this day, Ruby’s hair-raising tale is told in hushed whispers among the townspeople. The mansion on Willow Street remains a place of dread and fascination, a reminder that some secrets are best left buried, and some curses are better left unbroken.