By Krulz –
The full moon illuminated the night, its dim rays penetrating the cracks of the windows of the old house where we lived. The night wind greeted softly, bringing with it voices like soft whispers calling my name. The atmosphere is quiet but scary.
“Hani, did you hear that sound?” I asked my husband who was busy reading in the living room.
“What’s that sound, honey?” he replied as he closed his book, a frown on his face. I was silent, fear began to haunt my heart.
In an instant, the originally quiet atmosphere turned tense. A sense of dread crept in slowly, enveloping both of us. It was as if there was something in the old house, something that not only inhabited the back room, but was also slowly trying to tear us apart.
My husband took a deep breath, his eyes looking straight at me, as if holding a long-hidden secret. “Honey, mami once said, don’t disturb that room. There is a reason why the room is locked tight,” he said slowly, his voice full of mystery.
I was stunned. “What do you mean? Is there something we didn’t know all along?” I asked, getting more and more upset. All this time I never questioned that old room, a room full of old things that belonged to my father-in-law. However, after a few disturbed nights, my little heart struggled to find out what was really hidden.
“Believe me,” he whispered, his voice trembling softly, “mummy doesn’t like you or me going in there.” Something happened before… something scary,” he said.
I fell silent, my mind began to race, wondering about all the secrets and whispers that lurked in that old room. What actually happened? Why is my son-in-law so reluctant to let us approach the room?
“If you really want to know, you have to promise. Never open the door, no matter what you feel or hear,” said my husband with a worried face, but I was already determined. That night, I promised myself – I had to find out what really haunted this house. And from that moment on, I knew our life would never be the same again.
That night, it rained heavily, adding to the silence and mystery of this old house. The wind was blowing hard, knocking on the windows of the house with a strange rhythm, as if calling something that could not be seen.
With a pounding heart, I walked slowly towards the forbidden room.
My steps felt heavy, but the urge to know was stronger than the fear. As soon as I held the doorknob, a cold vibration spread from my palm to my entire body. I hesitated, but this hand seemed to be moved by a mysterious external force.
“Don’t, dear, please… don’t do this,” my husband’s voice was heard whispering from behind. However, I was too far to turn back. I turned the doorknob slowly, and it opened with a terrifying creak.
Inside, the smell of camphor and something even stranger filled the air. An old mirror stood in the corner of the room, surrounded by worn furniture and antique statues that smiled stiffly. But there was one statue – one that looked strange with eyes that seemed to be alive, watching my every move. I approached the mirror, feeling something strange as if it was calling my name. With my heart beating fast, I looked in the mirror and, behind the reflection of my face, appeared an old woman with empty eyes, looking at me expressionlessly. He whispered, “Why did you come in? They promised… you won’t go in…”
I jerked, tried to turn but my legs were tied. The woman suddenly moved out of the mirror, her hand outstretched as if to grab me. I shouted, but the voice seemed to be drowned in the silence of the room. My husband ran in, trying to pull me out, but as soon as he touched me, the mirror shook and the room door closed on its own with a loud bang. It’s scary.
Since that night, I have not been the same. The following nights were filled with subtle whispers, as if something was always watching, waiting… waiting for the right moment to emerge from behind the mirror.