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The Black Door
For as long as anyone could remember, the abandoned house at the edge of the forest had been feared by everyone in the village. People called it The Black Door House because its old wooden door had remained completely black for decades, untouched by sunlight, rain, or time. Strange stories surrounded the place. Some claimed they heard whispers coming from inside every midnight, while others believed that anyone who entered the house was never the same again.
One cold autumn night, a young man named Karim decided to prove that all those stories were nothing more than myths. He grabbed a flashlight, his camera, and walked toward the abandoned house, planning to record everything for his online followers. Before he left, one of his friends gave him a strange warning.
"If you hear someone calling your name... don't answer."
Karim laughed and continued walking.
As soon as he pushed open the black door, a loud creaking sound echoed through the empty halls. The air inside felt freezing, far colder than outside, and every room smelled of dust and decay. His flashlight barely lit the narrow hallway as he slowly explored the house.
After a few minutes, he entered a room containing an old mirror covered with years of dust. He wiped the glass with his hand and looked at his reflection.
Something felt wrong.
His reflection smiled.
Karim did not.
His heart began racing as he stepped backward, yet the reflection continued staring at him with a cold smile. Suddenly, the flashlight went out, leaving him surrounded by complete darkness.
Seconds later, faint whispers filled the house.
"Karim..."
"Karim..."
"Karim..."
The voices sounded closer every time.
The flashlight flickered back to life. The mirror was now empty.
Panicked, Karim ran toward the front door, but it refused to open. He pushed with all his strength, yet it would not move. Then he heard slow, heavy footsteps coming from the second floor.
Step...
Step...
Step...
The sound grew louder.
Karim raised his camera toward the staircase. Through the camera screen, he saw a tall figure standing silently at the top of the stairs. When he looked with his own eyes, there was nothing there.
His breathing became faster.
The footsteps suddenly stopped.
The entire house became silent.
Then an icy hand touched his shoulder from behind.
Karim screamed.
The next morning, villagers found him unconscious outside the house. His camera was still recording, but only the final minute remained. At the very end of the video, a pale face with dark, empty eyes slowly moved toward the camera before the screen turned completely black.
Karim never spoke about that night again.
The abandoned house still stands at the edge of the forest today, and its black door remains slightly open... as if it is still waiting for its next visitor.
