The Mansion on Hollow Hill"💀

On a cold October evening, Elias trudged through the woods, guided only by the dying light of dusk. He was following the directions scribbled on a crumpled note left anonymously in his mailbox:

“Come alone. Midnight. Hollow Hill.”
Atop the hill, hidden beneath layers of fog and legend, stood a long-abandoned mansion. Locals claimed it was cursed—that anyone who entered never returned the same. But Elias had nothing left to lose. He had to know what happened to his brother, who vanished ten years ago after claiming he’d discovered a “door that shouldn’t exist.”
The mansion greeted him with silence. Its wooden doors, though aged, opened easily with a groan, like they had been waiting for him. Inside, the air was thick with dust and forgotten memories. Paintings lined the walls—portraits of people with eyes that seemed a little too alive.
As Elias moved deeper into the house, he noticed something strange: the house seemed to breathe. Floors shifted, walls pulsed softly, and whispers curled around him like smoke. He followed them, past the library with books that rearranged themselves, and into a room that hadn’t been there before.
In its center stood a mirror.
But it didn’t show Elias. It showed his brother—older, worn, and standing behind him.
He turned around.
No one.
Then a whisper:
“You found the door too.”