🕯️ The House on Hollow Pine Road

Posted by: ShadowScriptor | July 25, 2025

It wasn’t supposed to be haunted.

When Mira inherited her grandmother’s old countryside home, she thought it would be a peaceful escape from the city’s chaos.

But Hollow Pine Road had secrets.

And the house... was waiting.

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🕰️ The First Night

The first thing Mira noticed was the smell of smoke. Not fresh, but aged. Like burned wood soaked into the walls decades ago.

She walked through the halls, her flashlight flickering against timeworn wallpaper.

Each room felt colder than the last.

At the end of the hallway stood a locked door she didn’t remember from the blueprint.

She didn’t open it that night.

But someone — or something — did.

At 3:12 AM, it creaked open on its own.

Inside, she found only one thing:

A portrait of herself — as a child — that had never been taken.

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📖 The Diary Beneath the Floorboards

The next morning, Mira heard tapping.

Beneath the bedroom floor.

She pulled up the rotted wood and found an old diary wrapped in black cloth.

It belonged to her grandmother, but the entries were… wrong.

> “The girl in the mirror is not Mira.”

“She doesn’t know she’s been here before.”

“They always forget.”

Mira dropped the diary. But something cold brushed her ankle.

There were fingerprints on her leg.

Small. Child-sized.

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🪞 The Reflection That Spoke

She avoided the mirrors after that.

But on the third night, the bathroom mirror fogged up while she slept.

When she entered in the morning, four words were written in the condensation:

> “We Remember. Do You?”

She scrubbed the mirror. Locked the door. Burned the diary.

But the house kept changing — rooms rearranged, clocks reversed, windows bricked up overnight.

And then came the 

screaming from the basement.

But the house had no basement.

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