Tales from the crypt _John

 

The night was dark and stormy as John made his way through the deserted streets. He had always been fascinated by the supernatural, and tonight he was determined to find proof of its existence. As he walked, he came across an old, abandoned mansion. It was said to be haunted, and John couldn’t resist the temptation to explore.

He pushed open the creaky gate and made his way up the overgrown path to the front door. The wind howled as he pushed it open and stepped inside. The air was thick with dust and cobwebs, and the only sound was the creaking of the old wooden floorboards.

John explored the ground floor, but found nothing of interest. He made his way up the grand staircase to the second floor. As he reached the top, he heard a faint whispering coming from one of the rooms. He followed the sound and found himself in front of a large, ornate door.

He pushed it open and stepped inside. The room was empty, except for a large, antique mirror on the wall. John approached it and peered into its depths. Suddenly, he felt a cold hand on his shoulder. He spun around, but there was no one there.

He turned back to the mirror and gasped in horror as he saw a ghostly figure standing behind him. It was then that John realized that he had gotten more than he bargained for in his search for the supernatural.

The end.