Blair Bathory

I'll check out the tapestry room. That's where Lady Anne was locked away after she saw... whatever she saw. His footsteps echoed as he climbed the grand staircase. Halfway up he hesitated. Another sound. Soft. Rhythmic. Like footsteps matching his own. Michael turned abruptly, shining his flashlight behind him. The staircase was empty. His fingers clinched the banister. Keep moving.

I'll check out the tapestry room. That's where Lady Anne was locked away after she saw... whatever she saw. His footsteps echoed as he climbed the grand staircase. Halfway up he hesitated. Another sound. Soft. Rhythmic. Like footsteps matching his own. Michael turned abruptly, shining his flashlight behind him. The staircase was empty. His fingers clinched the banister. Keep moving.

I'll check out the tapestry room. That's where Lady Anne was locked away after she saw... whatever she saw. His footsteps echoed as he climbed the grand staircase. Halfway up he hesitated. Another sound. Soft. Rhythmic. Like footsteps matching his own. Michael turned abruptly, shining his flashlight behind him. The staircase was empty. His fingers clinched the banister. Keep moving.

In the tapestry room, the door stood ajar. Michael pushed it open, swallowing the sudden nausea that rolled through his gut. The room was musty. The air now held the scent of burning fabric. Dust coated the furniture, the edges of a forgotten rocking chair disappearing into shadow. His flashlight flickered. The mirror in the corner caught his reflection, except it didn't.

In the tapestry room, the door stood ajar. Michael pushed it open, swallowing the sudden nausea that rolled through his gut. The room was musty. The air now held the scent of burning fabric. Dust coated the furniture, the edges of a forgotten rocking chair disappearing into shadow. His flashlight flickered. The mirror in the corner caught his reflection, except it didn't.

In the tapestry room, the door stood ajar. Michael pushed it open, swallowing the sudden nausea that rolled through his gut. The room was musty. The air now held the scent of burning fabric. Dust coated the furniture, the edges of a forgotten rocking chair disappearing into shadow. His flashlight flickered. The mirror in the corner caught his reflection, except it didn't.

For a split second, Michael saw something else. A figure in the glass, sitting in the rocking chair. His pulse thundered. He turned. The chair was empty. But the reflection remained. The fingers trembled as he lifted his camera. If there's anyone here, he said, forcing his voice to stay steady. Make yourself known. Silence. Then a knock. Michaels Stomach clenched.

For a split second, Michael saw something else. A figure in the glass, sitting in the rocking chair. His pulse thundered. He turned. The chair was empty. But the reflection remained. The fingers trembled as he lifted his camera. If there's anyone here, he said, forcing his voice to stay steady. Make yourself known. Silence. Then a knock. Michaels Stomach clenched.

For a split second, Michael saw something else. A figure in the glass, sitting in the rocking chair. His pulse thundered. He turned. The chair was empty. But the reflection remained. The fingers trembled as he lifted his camera. If there's anyone here, he said, forcing his voice to stay steady. Make yourself known. Silence. Then a knock. Michaels Stomach clenched.

The sound had come from just outside the room. He swallowed, gripping his flashlight, stepping toward the doorway. Hello? Another knock. Closer. He braced himself and swung the door open. The hall was empty, but the air, the air had changed. It was charged, thick with static, humming against his skin. The storm outside roared, wind shrieking through unseen gaps in the walls.

The sound had come from just outside the room. He swallowed, gripping his flashlight, stepping toward the doorway. Hello? Another knock. Closer. He braced himself and swung the door open. The hall was empty, but the air, the air had changed. It was charged, thick with static, humming against his skin. The storm outside roared, wind shrieking through unseen gaps in the walls.

The sound had come from just outside the room. He swallowed, gripping his flashlight, stepping toward the doorway. Hello? Another knock. Closer. He braced himself and swung the door open. The hall was empty, but the air, the air had changed. It was charged, thick with static, humming against his skin. The storm outside roared, wind shrieking through unseen gaps in the walls.

Dann Fußgänger, langsam, gemessen, kommen auf die Stiefel. Michaels Körper wurde gestärkt. Seine Kamera war immer noch rollend. Das rote Licht blinkte in der Dunkelheit. Das war ein Squatter, der sie sehen würde, aber es gab nichts. Nur der stetige Geräusch der Fußgänger. Dann stoppten sie.

Dann Fußgänger, langsam, gemessen, kommen auf die Stiefel. Michaels Körper wurde gestärkt. Seine Kamera war immer noch rollend. Das rote Licht blinkte in der Dunkelheit. Das war ein Squatter, der sie sehen würde, aber es gab nichts. Nur der stetige Geräusch der Fußgänger. Dann stoppten sie.

Dann Fußgänger, langsam, gemessen, kommen auf die Stiefel. Michaels Körper wurde gestärkt. Seine Kamera war immer noch rollend. Das rote Licht blinkte in der Dunkelheit. Das war ein Squatter, der sie sehen würde, aber es gab nichts. Nur der stetige Geräusch der Fußgänger. Dann stoppten sie.

Right outside the tapestry room, the hallway stretched before him, empty except for shadows shifting unnaturally, bending toward the ceiling. Then the whisper started again. This time, he could almost make out the words. Not Irish, not English, something older, something wrong. Michael drehte sich in Richtung des Schauspielers und das war, als er es sah.

Right outside the tapestry room, the hallway stretched before him, empty except for shadows shifting unnaturally, bending toward the ceiling. Then the whisper started again. This time, he could almost make out the words. Not Irish, not English, something older, something wrong. Michael drehte sich in Richtung des Schauspielers und das war, als er es sah.

Right outside the tapestry room, the hallway stretched before him, empty except for shadows shifting unnaturally, bending toward the ceiling. Then the whisper started again. This time, he could almost make out the words. Not Irish, not English, something older, something wrong. Michael drehte sich in Richtung des Schauspielers und das war, als er es sah.

Nicht seine eigene Reflexion, sondern der Auferstehende. Eine dunkle Kleidung, eine breite Brille, die alles versteckt hat, außer den Lächeln, der zu weit für jeden menschlichen Mund ist. Michaels Atem hitzte. Er drehte sich in Richtung des Schauspielers, leer, aber die Reflexion blieb. Und dann, es bewegte sich. Die Figur im Schauspieler stand auf. Michael konnte nicht bewegen.

Nicht seine eigene Reflexion, sondern der Auferstehende. Eine dunkle Kleidung, eine breite Brille, die alles versteckt hat, außer den Lächeln, der zu weit für jeden menschlichen Mund ist. Michaels Atem hitzte. Er drehte sich in Richtung des Schauspielers, leer, aber die Reflexion blieb. Und dann, es bewegte sich. Die Figur im Schauspieler stand auf. Michael konnte nicht bewegen.