MidReal Story
Haunted Sacrifice
Scenario: a huntered house fill with monsters
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Jake Thompson
fellow survivor, friends with Emily and Sarah, tall with rugged features, protective and logical
Sarah Lee
group's strategist, friends with Emily and Jake, short with glasses, intelligent and cautious
Emily Carter
survivor, friends with Jake and Sarah, petite with curly brown hair, resourceful and brave
The house was supposed to be haunted.
That’s why we were here, after all.
The three of us had been friends for years, and we’d always been into the supernatural.
We’d visited graveyards and old abandoned buildings, but we’d never actually seen a ghost.
We’d heard stories, of course, but we wanted to see one for ourselves.
So when Sarah heard about this house, she knew we had to check it out.
It was an old Victorian mansion that had been abandoned for years.
The story was that the family who’d lived there had all died under mysterious circumstances, and their bodies had never been found.
Some people said they’d been murdered by a jealous lover, while others claimed they’d been killed by a vengeful spirit.
No one knew for sure, but everyone agreed that the house was haunted.
None of that mattered to us.
We’d seen plenty of horror movies, and we knew that ghosts weren’t dangerous.
As long as we didn’t piss them off, they’d leave us alone.
We’d come prepared, just in case.
Sarah had packed her backpack with all the essentials for ghost hunting:
an EMF meter to detect electromagnetic fields, a digital voice recorder to capture electronic voice phenomena, and a pack of candles to communicate with the spirits.
If there was a ghost in that house, we were going to find it.
The three of us stood at the edge of the overgrown garden and stared up at the house.
It was a lot bigger than I’d expected, and a lot creepier too.
It was almost completely dark, and the moon was hidden behind a thick layer of clouds, casting a shadow over the building.
The only light came from the street lamps that lined the road, illuminating the house just enough for us to see its silhouette.
The other houses on the street were all suburban homes, and they looked completely out of place next to this old Victorian mansion.
It was like something out of a horror movie, and I loved it.
“This is so cool,” Jake said, grinning from ear to ear.
I could tell he was excited too.
We all were.
Sarah gave him a playful shove.
“We haven’t even gone inside yet.”
“Let’s go,” I said, taking Jake’s hand and pulling him after me as I made my way through the garden toward the front door.
“We don’t want to miss anything.”
The three of us made our way through the tall grasses and weeds, following the path that led directly to the front door.
It creaked as we pushed it open, and I half expected it to fall off its hinges.
But it stayed in place, and we stepped inside.
The entrance hall was dark and musty, but it wasn’t nearly as creepy as I’d expected it to be.
It was just a normal old house, with peeling wallpaper and dust-covered furniture.
As I looked around, I felt a sense of foreboding wash over me, but I ignored it.
I wasn’t about to let anything spoil our adventure.
“I’m going to get my stuff,” Sarah said, heading back outside.
“Wait for me here.”
The three of us sat down on the bottom step, and we waited for her to return.
As we sat there, I thought about the stories we’d heard about this house, and I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous.
What if they were true?
What if there really was something evil in this house?
I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind and focused on what we were here to do.
We were here to find out if this house was really haunted.
And we weren’t leaving until we had proof.
A few minutes later, Sarah came back inside, her backpack slung over her shoulder.
“Let’s go,” she said, leading the way down the dark hallway.
I followed her, with Jake right behind me.
We explored the first floor first, checking out each room one by one.
The place was huge, with more rooms than I could count.
The house was a maze of creaking floorboards and peeling wallpaper, a testament to its long abandonment.
We made our way upstairs, our footsteps echoing through the empty corridors.
Jake and I kept close to Sarah, letting her take the lead while she shone her flashlight into each room.
She was practically bouncing with excitement, desperate to find something supernatural.
But so far, there was nothing.
The EMF meter remained silent, and the digital voice recorder picked up nothing but static.
It was like the ghost stories were just that—stories.
But I knew better.
I could feel it in the air.
We weren’t alone in this house.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as we moved from room to room, checking for any signs of the paranormal.
Despite my own interest in ghost hunting, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.
According to local legends, the family who’d once called this place home had all vanished without a trace, leaving behind a house tainted by tragedy.
The stories claimed they’d been murdered by a jealous lover or killed by vengeful spirits.
But as far as I could see, there was no evidence of that.
Even the furniture was still here, covered in thick layers of dust but otherwise intact.
It was like they’d just stepped out for a minute and never come back.
I shivered at the thought, my mind conjuring up all sorts of gruesome scenarios.
But none of them explained what we found next.
“Look at this,” Jake said, crouching down on the floor and picking something up.
It was a child’s toy—a small plastic doll with dark curly hair.
It was covered in dust, but aside from that, it looked brand new.
I took it from him and examined it more closely.
It was a little girl with big blue eyes and a pretty pink dress.
She looked like she’d been well loved, but she wasn’t dirty or damaged in any way.
“It’s so creepy,” I said, feeling a chill run down my spine.
“There’s no way this is from the house.”
“Maybe it’s from the family,” Sarah suggested.
“Maybe they had kids.”
“We should put it back,” I said quickly.
“Yeah, let’s put it back,” Jake agreed, giving me a strange look.
The three of us made our way down the hallway and into the bedroom where we’d found the toy.
It was at the end of the corridor and had large windows that looked out onto the front garden.
Sarah and I watched as Jake placed the doll carefully on the floor where he’d found it.
We were about to leave when something caught my eye.
I glanced over at the bed and saw that one of the pillows had fallen onto the floor.
I bent down to pick it up when I heard something strange coming from outside.
I paused, listening intently.
It sounded like someone was singing.
I stood up and walked over to the window, peering out into the darkness.
There was no one there, but the singing continued.
It was soft and melodic, like a lullaby, and it sent shivers down my spine.
“What is that?”
I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest.
“There’s no one there.”
“Then who’s singing?”
“Maybe it’s just the wind,” Jake suggested.
“It sounds like someone singing.”
“It could be coming from another house.”
I shook my head.
“There’s no way.”
Sarah came over and put a hand on my shoulder.
“Let’s just go.”
We made our way back to the living room, where we’d left our bags and equipment.
The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and none of us spoke as we started setting up our equipment again.
The living room looked much the same as the rest of the house—dusty and abandoned—but there were signs that someone had been there recently.
The curtains were tattered and covered in cobwebs, but they looked like they’d been recently repaired.
The furniture was old and musty, but it didn’t look like it had been here for very long.
There was even a half-empty coffee cup on the table next to the armchair—still warm to the touch.
I picked up the cup and examined it closely.
It was white with a delicate blue pattern, and it looked like it was part of a set.
“Guys, I think someone lives here.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Look at this cup,” I said, holding it out for them to see.
“It looks like it belongs to the furniture.”
Jake took the cup from me and examined it closely.
“It does look kind of old,” he said, “but that doesn’t mean anything.
They probably just like antiques or something.”
“But what about the singing?”
I asked, my eyes wide with fear.
“Do you really think it was just the wind?”
Jake hesitated for a moment before shaking his head.
“I don’t know,” he said.
“But let’s not jump to any conclusions, okay?
We don’t want to freak ourselves out for no reason.”
I wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were being watched.
“Maybe we should stick together,” Sarah whispered, her voice barely above a breath.
Jake nodded and took a step closer to us.
We stood there in silence, listening for any sound that might betray the presence of someone—or something—else in the house.
But aside from the howling of the wind outside, the only sound we could hear was our own breathing.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing heart, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very wrong.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash from the kitchen that made us all jump.
“Did you guys hear that?”
Jake asked, his hand going to his belt where he kept his knife.
Sarah grabbed her backpack and pulled out the EMF meter.
The lights were flickering wildly, and the needle was jumping all over the place.
“I don’t like this,” she said, her voice trembling with fear.
“Me neither,” I agreed.
“It sounded like it came from the kitchen,” Jake said, motioning for us to stay behind him.
He pulled out his flashlight and turned it on, shining it into the darkness.
The light made strange patterns on the walls, casting eerie shadows that seemed to dance in the corners of the room.
