The Curse Of Black Wood Manor – Horror Story Part 2

Over the next few days, Olivia’s condition deteriorated. She saw shadows where there were none, heard voices calling her name, and felt an unseen presence watching her every move. At night, the walls seemed to close in around her, the air thick with whispers that slithered into her mind. The temperature in her room would drop inexplicably, and she would wake up with scratches on her arms. Then, one evening, she collapsed, her body convulsing before going completely still.

The villagers rushed her to Father Alden, the town’s priest, whose face grew pale upon hearing her symptoms. “She has been possessed,” he declared. “The spirit of Blackwood Manor has claimed her.”

The only way to break the curse, he explained, was through sacrifice. Someone had to offer their life in exchange for Olivia’s.

That night, as Eleanor sat by her unconscious daughter, she felt a chill run down her spine. Slowly, the candlelight flickered, and the shadows in the room twisted unnaturally. Then, a voice—a voice she hadn’t heard in years.

“Eleanor…”

Tears welled in her eyes as she turned to see William standing before her. He looked exactly as he had before his disappearance, except his skin was deathly pale, his eyes hollow and haunted.

“I will take her place,” he whispered. “The spirit wants a soul. Let it be mine.”

Before Eleanor could protest, an unearthly wind howled through the room. Olivia’s body jolted, her eyes flying open, but they were not her own anymore. They were black voids, soulless and cruel.

A deafening scream tore through the air as William stepped forward, his arms outstretched. The spirit howled in triumph as it seized him, and in an instant, he was gone.

The silence that followed was deafening. Olivia gasped, her eyes returning to their natural color as she clutched her chest. She was alive. But William… was lost forever.

With no choice but to escape Blackwood’s grasp, Olivia and Eleanor fled the town, vowing never to return. Yet, Blackwood Manor remained. The whispers persisted. And those who dared to step inside still claimed to hear a mournful voice calling out in the night… waiting for the next soul to claim.