The Whispering House – A Halloween Horror Story (Part 2: The Exit)

🧭 Trapped in a Maze That Shouldn’t Exist

We had no idea how long we’d been inside Elderpine Manor.

Our phones had no signal. The camera was dead. And Arjun — he was still missing. I kept thinking maybe he was playing a prank. Maybe he slipped away to scare us. But in my gut, I knew…

He wasn’t hiding.

The house was. And it had taken him.

We were down to three — me (Mia), Dev, and Leah — moving through endless corridors that looked the same but led nowhere. Somehow, we kept ending up back at that cracked mirror, the one that had smiled back at Leah.

This time… it wasn’t smiling.

🔁 The Loop

We decided to break something — anything — to mark where we’d been. Dev took out his pocket knife and scratched an “X” into the hallway wall.

We kept walking for 15 minutes. Silent. Tense.

Then we saw it again.

The “X”.

Same wall. Same exact scratch.

We were walking in circles. The house was looping.

“I can’t do this,” Leah whispered. She sounded like she was losing it. Honestly? I was too.

But then… we heard it.

Arjun.

A faint voice — “Guys? Are you there?” — coming from what sounded like behind the walls.

We followed the voice, heart racing, until we reached a narrow stairwell we hadn’t seen before. It led down. Of course it did.

🪦 Into the Basement

The air got thicker as we descended. The smell — musty, metallic, like old blood and damp stone — hit us instantly.

The basement was pitch black, except for a strange green glow coming from a room at the far end.

Inside, we found an old nursery. Toys scattered across the floor. A rusted crib in the corner.

And Arjun.

He was sitting on the floor, rocking slowly, staring at nothing.

When we called his name, he looked up — but his eyes were wrong. Empty. Like he’d seen something no one should.

He didn’t speak. He just pointed.

Behind the crib, we saw a figure.

🧍‍♀️ The Woman in White

She stood motionless — a tall, pale woman in a white dress, her face blurred like a photo smudged with ash. Her hair floated like it was underwater.

We didn’t move. Couldn’t.

Then she opened her mouth — and the house screamed.

That’s the only way I can describe it. The walls shook. The floor cracked. The lights exploded. And everything turned to shadow.

I remember falling. I remember Leah grabbing my hand.

And I remember letting go.

☀️ The Morning After

I woke up outside.

It was morning. Cold. Dewy grass beneath me. Crows overhead.

Dev was lying beside me, breathing, bruised but alive. Leah, too. Arjun… was gone.

The house was silent. Just like always. No broken windows. No twisted doors. Just… still.

It was like nothing had happened.

But it had.

We’d seen it. Felt it. Heard her.

And Arjun never came back.

🎞️ The Footage

Later that week, Dev managed to recover some of the footage from the camera.

Most of it was corrupted — but one clip remained. It showed us in the mirror hallway. Just standing there. Silent.

Then, in the reflection… a fourth person appeared.

Not Arjun.

Her.

The woman in white.

She didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just watched us, as if she was waiting.

We never posted the video.

We deleted the channel.

🧳 Life After the House

Leah moved away. Transferred colleges. Changed her number. She never talks about that night.

Dev and I stayed in Raven Hollow, but we avoid the manor. Even now, I drive past it sometimes, and it looks the same.

Abandoned. Crumbling. Innocent.

But I swear, once in a while, I hear a lullaby.

The same one from the music box.

Sometimes, I hear whispers too.

And sometimes, I see a shape in my rearview mirror — just for a second — standing in the upstairs window.

❌ The End?

We were just kids with a camera, chasing ghost stories. What we found was real. Too real.

We didn’t beat the house. We escaped it. Barely.

And I don’t think it’s done with us.

If you’re reading this, let this be your warning:

Don’t go in.

Don’t try to “prove it’s fake.” Don’t chase the thrill.

Because Elderpine Manor doesn’t just scare you. It watches. It remembers.

And sometimes, it follows you home.