Palace of the Dead

 

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The story is from the writer: Eva 

Age classification: +17

The story is a horror

Julia had always been fascinated by the old, abandoned mansion on the outskirts of town. As a child, she would often sneak onto the property to explore the overgrown gardens and crumbling architecture. But as she grew older, her curiosity gave way to unease, and she avoided the place altogether.

Years later, as a young adult, Julia found herself drawn back to the mansion, now even more decrepit and foreboding than she remembered. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something sinister lurking within its walls.

Determined to uncover the truth, Julia decided to break into the mansion one night. She found a way in through a broken window and began to explore the dark, musty rooms. As she made her way deeper into the house, she began to hear strange noises - whispering voices, footsteps in the distance, the creaking of floorboards.

Julia was terrified, but she pressed on, driven by a sense of dread that she couldn't explain. She soon found herself in the basement, where she made a gruesome discovery. The walls were lined with human bones, and in the center of the room stood a large, ornate sarcophagus.

As she stood there, staring at the macabre scene, Julia felt a hand on her shoulder. She screamed and turned around, but there was no one there. Suddenly, the lid of the sarcophagus began to move, and Julia realized with horror that it was not a sarcophagus at all, but a tomb.

A rotting hand shot out from inside, and a figure emerged, shrouded in tattered robes. Julia tried to run, but the figure was too fast. It grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back, revealing a face that was half-decayed, with empty eye sockets and a gaping mouth.

The figure spoke in a voice that was both ancient and terrifying. "You should have stayed away," it said. "You have disturbed the dead and now you will join us."

Julia struggled and managed to break free, running out of the mansion as fast as she could. She never spoke of her experience again, but for the rest of her life, she was haunted by the memory of that night and the fear that the dead would come for her, seeking revenge for her intrusion.

From that day on, Julia avoided the mansion and never went back to that place again. But the memory of that night stayed with her, and she knew deep down that the evil still lurked inside the abandoned mansion, waiting for its next victim.