Their son, Timothy, was a quiet, introspective boy with a penchant for exploring. He spent his days wandering the vast mansion and its sprawling grounds. One rainy afternoon, while rummaging through the dusty attic, Timothy stumbled upon an ancient, leather-bound book. Its pages were filled with cryptic symbols and eerie illustrations. Intrigued, Timothy brought the book to his room and began to study it.
As days turned into weeks, Timothy's behaviour grew increasingly peculiar. He would often be found muttering to himself in a strange language or staring blankly at walls. His parents, John and Margaret, grew concerned but attributed his odd behaviour to the stress of the move.
One night, as a storm raged outside, Timothy approached his parents in the dimly lit living room. His eyes glowed with an unnatural light, and a sinister smile played on his lips.
"Mom, Dad, I have something to show you," he said, his voice eerily calm.
John and Margaret followed their son up to the attic, their apprehension growing with each step. When they reached the top, they found a circle of candles arranged around a strange symbol drawn on the floor.
"Timothy, what is this?" John demanded, his voice trembling.
"It's a surprise," Timothy replied, his smile widening.
Before they could react, Timothy began to chant in the same strange language he had been muttering for weeks. The air grew thick with an oppressive energy, and the room seemed to close in around them. John and Margaret tried to flee, but their bodies were paralyzed with fear.
With a final, guttural chant, Timothy raised his hands, and the room was plunged into darkness. The last thing John and Margaret heard was their son's chilling laughter, echoing through the void.
The next morning, the townsfolk found the mansion eerily silent. Inside, they discovered the lifeless bodies of John and Margaret, their faces twisted in expressions of sheer terror. Timothy was nowhere to be found.
To this day, the mansion remains abandoned, and the townspeople speak of the Hendersons in hushed tones. Some say Timothy still roams the forest, a dark spirit bound by the ancient book's malevolent power. Others believe he was taken by whatever entity he had summoned that fateful night.
But one thing is certain: the once peaceful mansion now stands as a grim reminder of the horrors that lurk just beyond the veil of the ordinary, waiting to be unleashed by the unwary.
No comments:
Post a Comment