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The Painted

Ever since I remember I have always been intrigued by antiquated places. The kind of places that are abandoned with no trace of the human touch yet are crowded by the shadows of the past. The ancientness, the haunting yet captivating stillness that is shrouded in mystery has always called to me. The distant voice that sounds deceptively familiar echoes in the hallways travelling room to room with every intention of being heard and so I followed the echo taking me home. To a place that I have spent decades living in and yet don’t know how to find. It belongs to the deepest and darkest corner of my mind. To a place that is secluded from everyone like a hidden treasure in the heart of a majestic mountain or a lost shrine of an ancient and forgotten God, a place that I cannot enter yet know of its existence or at least I thought I could not until that morning…

The_Last_Phantom · Fantasía
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A Haunted Mansion?

Completely forgetting about the weird phenomenon that I had just experienced.

I gawked at what was in front of me.

"Did I just teleport into a horror movie or what?"

I asked out loud pinching myself in the process.

'Nope, it's real'

I sighed, completely overwhelmed and frightened as I walked around, admiring,

'I am standing in front of a freaking spooky mansion'.

Despite the fact that it was quite ancient and falling apart it still looked extremely white in the pale moonlight peeking through the clouds.

It created a huge contrast with the darkness behind the broken windows.

"Wow it really looks haunted" I noted as a shiver ran down my spine.

There was an enormous fountain in front of the structure with a half-broken statue of a woman in the middle.

This place clearly looked abandoned for at least a decade.

Taking another deep breath, I rubbed the goosebumps on my arms as I got closer to the entrance.

'There was a different aura about this place,

one that could easily terrify but also intrigue a person,

I was that person,

very stupid I know but currently I didn't see another choice because I definitely wasn't going back to my car right now'

"Being in the company of a ghost was always better than a murderer"

I shrugged as I walked around,

finally noticing the thick fog forming on the ground,

almost completely ingulfing my feet.

Another chill ran down my body as I got closer to the towering front doors that easily looked over 3 meters tall and quite heavy,

as if keeping whatever secret this place holds safely locked away.

Upon getting closer I suddenly tripped over a rock-like object and almost smashed my head against the door but quickly stood up and fixed my attire as I looked around me,

feeling embarrassed like there was even a single soul watching me.

"Great, I'm embarrassing myself in front of the ghosts now"

I sighed shaking my head when a sign hanging by the door caught my attention.

Squinting my eyes,

I rubbed the dust off the sign to get a closer look and my eyes widened upon realization.

"What the fuck!"

I stumbled backwards, holding my hand on my mouth in shock.

"I'm supposed to live here!?" I whisper-shouted pointing at the place as I moved backwards.

"This can't be? I mean I wasn't expecting much,

maybe a humble home that may require some renovation but this"

I mumbled as I looked up at the structure in front of me in despair.

"This looks like a full-on haunted house at a Halloween festival"

I whispered as if afraid of offending the feelings of whatever entities resided in this place.

"I definitely should've trusted my gut,

coming here was a freaking mistake and signing the lease was even a bigger one"

I groaned as I bit my nail, contemplating on what to do next.

As if all this was not enough,

I could now hear the sound of wolves howling at a distance.

'Fantastic! tonight was just getting better and better (note the sarcasm) '.

"You know what,

fuck it,

a little spookiness never hurt anyone"

I decided as I ran to up to the door again fumbling with the keys in my bag while also keeping an eye on my surroundings.

Finally placing the key in the keyhole in a rush I muttered a quick prayer

"God, please don't be rusted" as I turned the key.

With no difficulty or resistance, the lock clicked as the doors opened with a loud creak, the sound echoing off of the walls as it 'welcomed' me in.