Episode 8: Eleanor's Room
The manor was quieter than usual — too quiet.
The silence pressed down on Aarav like a weight as he followed Maya through the dimly lit eastern corridor. The walls seemed narrower here, the shadows deeper.
They stopped outside a tall, arched door covered in ancient vines and black burn marks.
"This is it," Maya whispered.
"Eleanor's room. Nobody's entered since 1899."
Aarav touched the handle. It was ice cold.
"Why was it sealed?"
"Because time behaves strangely in there. Some say if you enter alone… you never return the same."
The Door Opens
The rusted key creaked in the lock.
As the door opened, a gust of freezing wind escaped the room — carrying a faint whisper:
"Don't look at the mirror…"
Inside, the room was perfectly preserved, as if Eleanor had left just moments ago:
A four-poster bed draped in lace A wooden desk with her open diary A porcelain doll sitting on a velvet chair And… a massive, floor-length mirror, its surface fogged, yet pulsing with a faint white glow
Maya stayed near the door.
"That's the third ritual mirror," she said. "It's called the Seer's Mirror — the only one that shows you your bloodline… or what's buried in it."
Visions from the Mirror
Aarav stepped forward, heart pounding.
He gazed into the mirror.
At first, he saw nothing but his reflection. Then… the image flickered.
Now, he saw Ambrose Blackthorn — the cult leader — a man with Aarav's exact face, standing in a ritual circle, drenched in blood.
The scene shifted — he saw Eleanor crying, clutching the pendant. Behind her, Ambrose shouted in rage.
Suddenly, Eleanor looked directly into the mirror.
"Aarav… don't let them use you."
And the room exploded into whispers.
👻 Eleanor Appears
The lights went out. The mirror cracked slightly.
From the far side of the room, a figure emerged — Eleanor herself. Pale, ethereal, but crying.
"They'll come through you," she whispered.
"You're the last gate."
"Then help me stop it," Aarav said.
"I tried," she replied, voice breaking.
"But to close the gate… someone must bleed willingly."
Her eyes suddenly turned black, and her body shivered unnaturally.
"If you refuse, the manor will burn… again."
And with that — she screamed, and the mirror shattered inward.
The Third Seal
The mirror reformed — now glowing with gold light.
A name appeared on its surface:
Eleanor Blackthorn
"The Seer"
The third soul had been freed… but this time, it left a part of her inside Aarav's mind. He could still hear her voice — like an echo.
Maya looked at him, uneasy.
"That's three. But something's changed… You look… different."
Aarav stared at his hands. The pendant was glowing, and his fingertips were faintly marked with black veins.
"They're waking up," he whispered.
"All of them."