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Century-Old Haunted House
墨書 Inktalez
My name is Lin Xia, and I am 25 years old, a graduate student majoring in literature.
I inherited my grandmother's old house, a two-story building steeped in the essence of the Republic of China, as if it were a forgotten corner of time.
The weathered red brick walls resemble the deep wrinkles etched on an elderly face, silently whispering the vicissitudes of life.
The intricately carved wooden windows appear especially worn from the ravages of wind and rain, as if each crack tells a story of the past.
As I pushed open the heavy wooden door, the decaying wood emitted a painful creak, as if protesting my intrusion.
"Who? Who disturbs my peace?" The voice seemed to seep through the crack of the door, sending a shiver down my spine.
A damp, moldy smell rushed at me, mingled with a faint scent of sandalwood. These two contrasting odors intertwined to create an oppressive and unsettling atmosphere.
I couldn't help but twirl my slightly curled hair, my pinky gently tapping on the diary in my hand, trying to dispel the unease within me.
"Grandma, what secrets does this old house hold?" I murmured to myself, recalling her warnings: "Some secrets, once uncovered, can never be undone."
Taking a deep breath, I made an effort to remain calm.
I switched on the flashlight I had brought with me; its dim yellow light sliced through the darkness before me like a sword.
The hall was furnished with some antique furniture covered in thick layers of dust, as if the dust of time had solidified here.
On the wall hung a yellowed family portrait; the people in the photo were dressed in attire from the Republic of China, their gazes seemingly fixed upon me.
"What are you looking at?" I muttered under my breath, feeling a chill run down my spine.
I approached an antique table where intricate patterns had been carved into its surface, now dulled by time.
There, I discovered an old set of keys resting quietly as if waiting for my arrival.
"What do these keys unlock?" I picked up the keys and examined them closely.
Suddenly, I heard a faint sound of footsteps coming from upstairs, and my heart raced.
“Is anyone there?” I nervously glanced around, the beam of my flashlight flickering in the dimly lit hall.
Could there be someone else in this old house? The thought struck me like lightning, sending a wave of panic through me.
I cautiously made my way towards the staircase, each step taken with utmost care.
In the dim light, I caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure darting past in the corridor on the second floor.
“Who could it be?” I forced myself to calm down and ascended the stairs step by step.
The corridor on the second floor was long, with closed doors lining either side, each door resembling a tightly shut mouth, concealing secrets within.
As I reached the end of the corridor, I suddenly heard a low sobbing sound seeping through the crack of a door.
“Who is crying?” I hesitated for a moment but mustered the courage to push open the door.
A chill swept over me as I entered; I saw a woman dressed in Republic of China attire sitting by the bed, her long hair cascading down and obscuring her face.
“Who are you? Why are you crying?” I asked tentatively.
The woman abruptly lifted her head, her face streaked with tears, her gaze hollow and despairing.
“Who are you? Why have you come here?” she replied hoarsely.
“I... My name is Lin Xia, and I am the new owner of this house,” I stammered in response.
The woman's expression grew colder, like a sharp blade of ice.
“New owner? Hmph, all that exists here is pain and despair. Why would you come here?”
A chill washed over me, as if I were bound by an invisible force.
"I... I just want to understand the history of this house," I managed to utter.
The woman suddenly stood up and approached me. "The past? The past is filled with blood and tragedy. Do you really want to know?"
Her voice seemed to echo from the depths of hell, carrying a sinister aura.
I instinctively took a step back, dropping the key from my hand onto the floor.
"I... I don't want to know anymore! I just want to leave this place!" I shouted in terror.
But the woman did not stop; she continued to advance toward me, her eyes filled with resentment and rage. "Want to leave? Hmph, once you step into this place, you can never escape!"
Despair gripped me. Was I really going to die here?
"Help!" I screamed with all my might, but my voice seemed swallowed by something, fading into the emptiness of the room.
The woman extended her hand, pointing at me, her voice growing even more hoarse. "You will remain here forever, accompanying me through endless pain and despair!"
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