The Scarehouse [NEW]

It started in the "Hall of Mirrors." Every year, the workers set up twelve mirrors. Every year, Elias counted thirteen. The thirteenth mirror didn't show the dusty floor or the flickering neon; it showed a version of the hallway that looked cleaner, newer, and occupied by a figure that never moved when Elias did.

The humming stopped. From under the bed, a hand reached out. It wasn't a rubber glove or a plastic prop. It was pale, long-fingered, and translucent like wax. It gripped the edge of the floorboards and pulled. Slowly, the floor didn't just creak—it unzipped . The Scarehouse

The Scarehouse wasn't just a haunt; it was a predator. It fed on the screams of the customers, but during the off-season, it got hungry. It grew new rooms to lure the curious. It mimicked the sounds of life to bring the watchman closer. It started in the "Hall of Mirrors

But Elias, the night watchman, knew the secret of the Scarehouse: it was much larger on the inside than the outside. The humming stopped

The Scarehouse had finally found its permanent "cast member."

Elias turned to run, but the door he had entered through was gone. In its place was a mirror. The thirteenth mirror. Inside the glass, his reflection wasn't running. It was standing perfectly still, smiling, and holding a ring of keys that Elias realized were no longer in his own pocket.