The House That Whispers

It was the summer of 1998, and the small town of Ravenswood buzzed with its usual quiet monotony. Nestled deep in the Appalachian foothills, the town was known for its dense woods, mist-covered mornings, and the eerie legend of Blackwood Manor—a sprawling, abandoned estate that had stood untouched for over a century.https://amzn.to/4hFveHF

The manor was infamous among locals. They claimed it whispered to anyone who dared approach it, calling them inside with promises of secrets and treasures. But those who entered were never the same again. Some came back mute, unable to speak of what they saw. Others vanished without a trace.

For teenagers like Ellie, Sam, and Jake, the legend was nothing more than a thrilling story—a challenge to prove their bravery. On a warm Friday evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Ellie proposed the ultimate dare.

“Let’s go to Blackwood Manor,” she said, her voice tinged with excitement. “We’ll spend the night there.”

Jake laughed nervously. “You’re insane. No one goes there.”

Sam smirked. “What’s wrong? Afraid of a few ghosts?”

Ellie crossed her arms. “Come on, guys. It’s just an old house. We’ll take some pictures and leave before midnight.”

Reluctantly, Jake agreed. He didn’t want to be the coward of the group. Besides, how bad could it be?

Chapter 2: The Arrival