The House That Called My Name
A Paranormal Mystery
Chapter 1: The Voice in the Walls
The first time I heard my name whispered, I thought it was the wind.
"Eleanor…"
Soft, distant, barely there.
I had just inherited my great-aunt’s estate—Ridgeway Manor, a sprawling Victorian house on the outskirts of town. Everyone warned me about it.
They said the house was cursed.
But I didn’t believe in ghosts.
Not yet.
Chapter 2: The Locked Room
Ridgeway Manor had secrets.
The rooms were filled with antiques, old paintings whose eyes seemed to follow me. But one door, at the end of the hall, was locked.
No key. No explanation.
That night, the whisper came again.
"Eleanor… open the door…"
I shot up in bed, heart hammering.
The voice wasn’t coming from the hall.
It was coming from inside the walls.
Chapter 3: The Hidden Diary
The next morning, I searched the house.
In the attic, buried beneath dust and time, I found an old diary.
It belonged to Lillian Ridgeway—my great-aunt’s sister.
A sister no one had ever mentioned.
Flipping through the pages, my hands trembled.
The last entry read:
"He won’t let me leave. He won’t let me go. Please, if anyone finds this… don’t open the door."
The ink was smudged. As if written with shaking hands.
Chapter 4: The Man in the Room
That night, I woke to the sound of scratching.
Slow. Steady.
Coming from the locked room.
I pressed my ear to the door.
A voice, ragged and desperate, whispered:
"Eleanor… let me out…"
I should have run.
Instead, I reached for the doorknob.
It turned.
The door creaked open.
And inside…
A man stood in the darkness.
His eyes were black voids. His mouth twisted into a grin.
"Finally," he said.
Then the lights went out.
Chapter 5: The Truth in the Shadows
I woke up on the floor, the door still open.
But the room was empty.
No man. No footprints. Just dust and time.
Then I saw the diary—its pages now blank.
And when I looked in the mirror…
The reflection wasn’t mine.
It was hers.
Lillian.
And she was smiling.
Epilogue: The New Owner
Ridgeway Manor still stands.
But no one hears from Eleanor anymore.
The house has a new owner.
A woman with an old-fashioned voice…
And eyes that aren’t quite her own.