🕯️ “The Third Door”
It was Halloween night.
Rain poured like a curse, and the whole town was swallowed by darkness after a power cut.
Only one place still glowed faintly at the edge of the hill —
the old, abandoned Raven House —
a mansion whispered about every Halloween.
Because every year, someone who entered… never came back.
This year, three friends — Sia, Kabir, and Neil —
decided to turn the legend into a dare.
> “Let’s have a real Halloween party,” Kabir joked, grinning through the rain.
Armed with a flashlight, a camera, and a glowing red pumpkin,
they pushed open the rusted gates.
Inside, the house groaned.
The walls were wet, the smell of rot hung thick,
and portraits lined the hall —
each showing three people,
but in every one, a single face was blurred.
The first floor was empty.
On the second, a long corridor waited for them —
three doors in a row.
The first read: “Do not open.”
The second: “Too late already.”
The third had no words —
just a red, hand-drawn number: 3.
Neil smirked.
> “Obviously… that’s the fun one.”
He turned the handle.
The door creaked open by itself.
Inside was nothing but darkness —
and a tall, dust-covered mirror against the far wall.
Sia shone the flashlight toward it.
Their three reflections stared back.
And then —
for a split second —
a fourth shadow moved behind them in the glass.
“Did you see that?” Sia gasped.
Neil spun around — no one there.
Then Kabir whispered,
> “Guys… the shadow’s not in the mirror anymore.”
They turned back —
and froze.
Now the mirror showed only two reflections.
Sia’s breath trembled.
> “Kabir?”
Silence.
The red pumpkin flickered.
And on the floor, beneath the third door,
fresh letters began to appear —
written in something dark and dripping:
> “Who’s next?”
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💀 They say the Third Door opens on its own every Halloween night —
because it always needs three faces to complete the mirror.
And this year…
one of them might be yours. 👁️🎃
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Wishing you a spooky hallloween
Stake id --- Ashub0ss