Speaker 1: Calorogu Shark Media, Hello, and welcome to ghost Scary Stories.
This episode is titled eight Nights of Terror, Episode one.
The Whispering Walls.
Speaker 2: The old Victorian mansion loomed before Sarah. It's weathered facade
a stark contrast to the meticulously manicured garden surrounding it.
As she stepped out of her car, the gravel crunching
beneath her feet, a chill ran down her spine. Despite
the warm October afternoon, The Blackwood House Bed and Breakfast
had a reputation, one that Sarah was here to debunk.
Welcome to Blackwood House.
Speaker 3: A cheery voice called out.
Speaker 2: An elderly woman, her silver hair neatly pinned back bustled
down the front send. You must be Sarah. I'm Margaret,
the owner. Sarah forced a smile, hefting her weekend bag
onto her shoulder. Nice to meet you, Margaret. Thanks for
having me on such short notice. Oh it's our pleasure, dear.
We don't get many guests this close to Halloween. Most
are two spooked by the stories. Margaret's eyes twinkled with amusement.
Well that's why I'm here, Sarah replied, following Margaret into
the house to get to the bottom of those stories.
The interior of Blackwood House was a time capsule of
Victorian opulence. Ornate wallpaper, heavy velvet curtains, and antique furniture
filled every room. As they climbed the creaking staircase to
the second floor, Sarah couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.
Here we are the Rose room, Margaret announced, pushing open
a heavy oak door. It's said to be the most
active room in the house. Sarah raised an eyebrow active.
Margaret's smile turned mysterious. Oh, you know, things moving on
their own, Strange noises in the night.
Speaker 3: Nothing to worry about, I'm sure.
Speaker 2: As Margaret left her to settle in, Sarah began unpacking
her equipment, cameras, audio recorders, and an EMF meter. She
was a seasoned investigator of paranormal claims, having debunked dozens
of so called hauntings for her popular blog Skeptic's Corner.
Blackwood House was just her latest target. The sun had
set by the time Sarah finished setting up. She decided
to do a preliminary walk through of the house camera
in hand. The empty hallways seemed to stretch endlessly, Shadows
dancing in the dim light of wall sconces. As she
passed a particularly dark corner, a whisper tickled her ear.
Sarah whirled around, heart pounding, but saw nothing, just the wind,
She muttered, trying to steady her nerves. Back in her room,
Sarah reviewed the footage. Nothing unusual, except there, in the
corner of the frame, a shadow moved against the wall.
She leaned closer, squinting at the screen. It almost looked
like a person, but that was impossible. She'd been alone
in the hallway. A soft thud from the wall beside
her bed made Sarah jump. She pressed her ear against
the floral wallpaper, listening intently. Another thud followed by what
sounded like scratching. Hello, Sarah called out, feeling foolish, Is
someone there? Silence answered her. Sleep came fitfully that night,
Sarah's dreams filled with shadowy figures and echoing whispers. She
woke with a start, the bedside clock glowing three point
thirty three a m. The room felt oppressively still, the
air thick and heavy. Then she heard it, a woman's
voice so faint she might have imagined it help me.
Sarah sat up, fumbling for her camera. Hello, who's there?
Please help me? The voice seemed to come from inside
the wall. Sarah pressed her hand against the cool wallpaper,
and to her shock, it gave way.
Speaker 3: Slightly.
Speaker 2: Heart racing, she ran her fingers along the edge of
the wall until she found a small catch. With a
soft click, a hidden door swung open, revealing a narrow passage.
Sarah hesitated only a moment before grabbing her flashlight and
squeezing into.
Speaker 3: The secret corridor.
Speaker 2: Cobwebs clung to her hair as she inched forward, the
beam of her light revealing years of dust and neglect.
The passage twisted and turned, leading deeper into the house's
hidden infrastructure. Sarah's skin crawled with each step, the air
growing colder and mustier. Finally, the corridor opened into a
small room, bare except for a simple bed frame and
a dusty vanity. Hello, Sarah called out, her voice trembling,
Is anyone here? A flicker of movement caught her eye
in the cracked mirror of the vanity. A figure appeared
behind her, a young woman in a maid's uniform, her
face pale and drawn. Sarah spun around, but the room
was empty. When she looked back at the mirror, the
apparition was gone. Heart pounding, Sarah stumbled back into the passage,
desperate to return to her room, but in her haste
she took a wrong turn, becoming hopelessly lost in the
maze like structure of the walls. Margaret, She called out,
hoping the owner might hear her anyone, I'm stuck in here.
Only silence answered. Sarah slumped against the wall, trying to
calm her racing thoughts. As she did, her hand brushed
against something carved into the wood paneling. Shining her flashlight
on it, she saw a message scratched into the surface,
Beware the Master. A chill ran down Sarah's spine. What
had happened in this house? Who was the master? And
what had they done to inspire such a warning? Just then,
a scraping sound echoed through the passage. Sarah held her breath,
listening intently. It was getting closer, a slow, deliberate noise
like something being dragged across the floor. Panic rising in
her throat, Sarah began to run, no longer caring which
direction she went as long as it was away from
that sound. She rounded a corner and slammed into something solid,
a scream escaping her lips. Sarah, good, heavens, what are
you doing in here? It was Margaret, looking bewildered in
a floral dressing gown. Behind her, an open panel in
the wall revealed the main hallway of the second floor.
I I found a hidden door in my room, Sarah stammered,
relief flooding through her. I heard a voice, and then
I got lost, and Margaret's ex bresh and darkened. Oh, dear,
I was afraid this might happen. Come, let's get you
a cup of tea. There's something I need to tell
you in the kitchen. Hands wrapped around a steaming mug,
Sarah listened as Margaret revealed the true history of Blackwood House.
The mansion had once belonged to a cruel man, Edmund Blackwood,
who had a reputation for abusing his staff, particularly the
young maids. One maid, Elizabeth, tried to escape. Margaret explained,
her voice low. She used these hidden passages to avoid Edmond,
but he caught her. No one knows exactly what happened,
but Elizabeth was never seen again. Sarah's mind raced connecting
the dots. The ghost I saw that must have been Elizabeth.
But why is she still here? What does she want?
Margaret sighed, I don't know, dear, but ever since I
inherited this house, I've felt her presence. I think she's
trying to warn us about something or someone. A loud
crash from upstairs made them both jump. Sarah's eyes widened
in fear.
Speaker 3: What was that?
Speaker 2: I don't know, Margaret whispered, but I have a terrible
feeling we're about to find out. As they crept up
the stairs, the air grew noticeably colder. Sarah's breath came
out in visible puffs, and she could see Margaret shivering
beside her. The door to the Rose room stood Ajar,
a faint blue light pulsing from within. Sarah pushed the
door open wider, gasping at the sight before her. The
room was in disarray, furniture overturned, and her equipment scattered
across the floor. In the center of the chaos stood
a translucent figure, Elizabeth the Ghostly Maid, her eyes wide
with terror. He's coming, Elizabeth's voice echoed in Sarah. You
must stop him. The ritual on Halloween night, don't let
him complete it. Before Sarah could respond, Elizabeth's form flickered
and vanished, leaving behind only a bone deep chill and
more questions than answers. Margaret gripped Sarah's arm tightly.
Speaker 3: What does it mean? Who's coming?
Speaker 2: Sarah shook her head, her skepticism warring with the undeniable
evidence of what she'd just witnessed. I don't know, but
I think we have until Halloween to figure it out.
As they stood there, surrounded by the aftermath of supernatural activity,
Sarah realized her simple ghost hunting expedition had turned into
something far more dangerous. The real mystery of Blackwood House
was just beginning to unfold, and she had a sinking
feeling that she was now deeply entangled in whatever sinister
plot was brewing. Outside. A figure watched the illuminated windows
of Blackwood House from the shadows of the garden. A slow,
wicked smile spread across its face. The pieces were falling
into place, and soon, very soon, everything would change. The
Grandfather clock in the hall began to chime, marking the
start of a new day, October twenty fourth, one week
until Halloween, one week until the veil between worlds would
be at its thinnest. One week for Sarah to uncover
the truth and stop whatever dark forces were stirring within
the walls of Blackwood House. The game was on and
the stakes were higher than she could have ever imagined.
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