The Haunting Reality of the Crimson House
On the edges of the quaint little town of Aston was a mysterious forest, shrouded in both captivating beauty and chilling unsolved mysteries. Fables of deadly beast and hauntings often ran amok among the locals. The most terrifying of them all - the tale of the old "Crimson House," a seemingly bewitching mansion that stood tall amidst the dense thickets of the forest, entangled in ivy and history.
No one dared to venture near it, let alone step inside for fear of waking the supposed evil spirits residing within its dark corridors. Except for one brave young girl, by the name of Rebecca Ross.
"I am no coward," Rebecca declared. She was an ardent lover of mystery novels and was naturally drawn to this real-life mystery.
Rebecca, equipped with her flashlight and camera, made her way into the dense forest, the gusty wind oddly quiet like a hushed secret. As she neared the mansion, a frisson of danger prickled at the back of her mind. However, her fascination drowned out her rationality.
Unlocking the door was easy, almost as if it was inviting her into its harrowed bowels. The cold air of the lifeless mansion smelt foul of abandonment and decay. She stepped inside with a shudder, the eerie silence pressing against her intensely.
She wandered into the large, desolate living room. Taking out her camera, she began capturing the heart-wrenching decay of what once was a grandeur house. The old, torn couches, the painting smeared with dust, the dilapidated fireplace- each devoid of human touch.
"Click!" The shutter sound of her camera echoed through the lifeless room. Suddenly, a series of soft footsteps startled her. Rebecca froze. She swiftly turned off her camera light, tucking herself into the darkness as her mind began racing with fear.
From the corner of her eye, she saw a figure "gliding" into the room. She had never seen something so utterly terrifying. A spectral woman, pale, dressed in an old-fashioned gown, her eyes shimmering with uncalled hatred. A new level of terror seized Rebecca.
Engulfed in pure fear Rebecca drew her breath slowly, praying not to gather the attention of the apparition. But as if sensing her presence, the ghostly woman turned – her eyes now fixed on Rebecca. Screaming involuntarily, Rebecca dashed towards the window, flinging herself through the glasspane without a second thought.
The cold night air whipped her face as she sprinted through the forest. Rebecca could hear the ghostly woman's laughter echoing behind her. She kept running till she reached the comforting lights of her house. Falling into her mother’s arms, she let out a choked sob.
Shivering and sobbing she explained to her parents about her eerie encounter. Words of disbelief fell from their lips, ““It’s just your imagination, sweetheart”. But Rebecca knew better. It was not her imagination. It was the haunting reality of the Crimson House.
Several weeks passed and the incident faded as a fearful memory in Rebecca’s mind. Life normalized. Until one unfateful morning, when Rebecca woke up to small, muddy footprints all over her room. A cold dread filled her –the footprints were leading towards her window which was ajar.
Rebecca’s heart pounding wildly, she followed the footprints to the window. The footprints seemed to have come from the direction of the Crimson House. The image of the ghastly woman flickered in her mind.
A numbing chill swept down her spine as she glanced out of her window, only to be met with a horrifying sight that would be etched in her memory forever. The spectral woman from the Crimson House, standing grimly at the borders of the forest, staring directly at her. Her warning was clear - She was coming for her.
The astonishing horror of the Crimson House was no more a tale spun by the gossipy locals, but a living nightmare for Rebecca. For the first time, she acknowledged the reality of the danger and the ghastly truth behind her innocent fascination with thrill. Rebecca knew she had invited a horrifying entity into her life, and now, she would have to face the dire consequences.
