1: The Night of Tears
Tania is a girl from a small town. The town is peaceful, but in one of its corners stands an old, dilapidated house, about which the town's elders often whisper. It’s a house, tired of its own weeping, as if yearning for release from the tears trapped within its walls. They say that as soon as dusk falls, the sorrowful cries of a woman can be heard from there, a sound that chills to the bone.
Tania grew up hearing ghost stories, but she never believed them. To her, they were all just tales, scary bedtime stories. Yet, something about this house intrigued her in a way she couldn't quite understand. Lying in bed at night, she felt an inexplicable pull towards it, as if the house was calling her. One night, unable to resist the strange attraction any longer, Tania set out to see the house for herself.
The night was deep. The entire town lay asleep. She walked along the narrow road covered in a shroud of mist, heading toward the old house. The shadows of the trees merged with the fog, creating an eerie atmosphere. Her heartbeat quickened, but her curiosity drove her forward, pushing the fear to the back of her mind.
She stopped in front of the house. Hidden under the shadows of tall trees, the crumbling building seemed to be smiling at her. Its windows were broken on one side, and the door hung slightly open. The darkness inside seemed to beckon her, as if wanting to swallow her whole. Suddenly, a continuous, heart-wrenching cry filled the air. It was a sound of pure agony, as if someone was pouring out all their sorrow and suffering at once. A shiver ran down Tania’s spine, but she moved closer to the door.
She stood before the door for a few moments, listening to the pounding of her own heart. But curiosity wouldn’t let her step back. She pushed the door open. A dry creaking sound echoed, as if the house had finally welcomed a visitor after many years.
As soon as the door opened, pitch-black darkness spilled out before her. Tania took a step inside, and the crying stopped abruptly. It was as if time itself had paused for a moment. The air inside the house felt heavy, and a foul smell filled her nose. She lit an old lamp she had brought along and saw a floor covered in dust and cobwebs. But as the light illuminated the space, she noticed something—footprints in the dust on the floor.
Tania felt like the footprints were disappearing into the darkness within the room. Just then, a faint whisper floated through the air. She turned around, but there was no one there. From the darkness inside, a cold voice came towards her—"Will you cry too?"
Tania tried to back away, but her feet felt stuck in the dust-covered floor. The darkness seemed to grow thicker before her eyes, and it felt like the walls of the room were slowly closing in on her. The sound of the crying resumed, but this time, it echoed inside her head, as if someone had reached into her deepest thoughts, making her feel every bit of sorrow.
Tania realized she desperately wanted to leave the house, but the door suddenly slammed shut. The cold, damp air inside made it hard for her to breathe. It felt like an invisible hand was tightening around her throat, while the sound of the weeping seemed to pierce her ears.
She wanted to scream, but no sound came out. From within the darkness, a shadow slowly took form, as if approaching her.
For the first time, Tania believed that maybe the ghost stories were true.
2: The Shadowy Reflection
As Tania pushed open the creaky door and stepped inside the room, a chill ran down her spine. It felt like the room wrapped itself around her. The air carried the scent of dust, damp walls, and a hint of mildew. But what struck her most was the strange emptiness—as if time had stopped here. In one corner of the room, an old mirror hung on the wall.
Tania looked at the mirror. She knew that finding something like this in this house meant something unusual. The mirror appeared ancient, with a chipped wooden frame and spider webs gathered in the corners. The glass was tarnished, yet Tania felt a strange pull emanating from it. It was as if the mirror wasn't just looking at her but was peering inside her. Slowly, she moved closer and stood in front of it.
For a moment, Tania saw her own reflection. Her face looked tired, a bit frightened. But suddenly, she noticed something—something moved inside the mirror. She glanced behind her, but the room was empty. Still, a cold breeze seemed to brush against her shoulders.
She looked back at the mirror, and this time, she saw a shadowy figure gradually becoming clearer. Tania’s gaze became locked onto that figure. It looked just like her, but its expression carried a deep sadness, and its eyes held a profound emptiness, as if it was consuming all her emotions.
Tania's throat went dry. "Wh... who are you?" she whispered. But there was no reply. Instead, the face inside the mirror slowly began to smile. The smile seemed to crack through the glass, cold and chilling. A terrifying shiver ran down Tania’s spine.
The shadowy reflection in the mirror looked straight into her eyes and whispered, "Will you cry too, Tania?" Its voice was deep, whispery, and seemed to echo from within the glass. It was as if the voice had reached into Tania's mind and awakened her deepest fears.
Startled, Tania stumbled backward. The shadow inside the mirror began to fade again, but its haunting smile seemed to echo through the room's walls. Tania looked back at the mirror one more time, but now she only saw her own reflection. The air in the room felt heavy, pressing down on her.
She realized that everything in this house was strange and dangerous. A wave of unknown fear crashed inside her chest. She wanted to quickly leave the room, but her feet felt heavy. The shadowy face she had seen in the reflection, with that mysterious smile—it all left a deep impression on her mind.
The darkness of the room seemed to close in around her. A whisper floated through the air—the sound of a girl crying, reverberating inside Tania's head. She pressed her hands over her ears, but the sound did not stop. It felt like she was trapped in some kind of nightmare.
She tried to move towards the exit, but as she reached the door, she suddenly felt as if someone was breathing down the back of her neck. A cold sensation trickled along her throat. Slowly, she turned around, but saw nothing beyond the darkness.
Yet, the whisper remained embedded in her mind—"Will you cry too, Tania?"
Tania understood that the mystery of this house had now entangled her. Her curiosity had turned into fear, and she knew that an unknown danger awaited her ahead.
3: The Stream of Blood
Tania tries to escape from the house, but the door seems tightly sealed. She pushes and shoves with all her might, using her hands, feet, and shoulders, but the wooden planks of the door feel as though they've magically grown even sturdier. Inside the room, the air is thick, making it hard for her to breathe. It feels like the walls are slowly closing in on her, ready to crush her.
Her fear intensifies, and Tania tries to scream. But to her surprise, no sound comes out of her mouth. She opens her mouth, trying with all her strength to shout, but a cold blanket of silence envelops her. Her throat dries up, her chest pounds.
Just then, Tania feels something cold slowly trickling down her cheek. At first, she thought it might be sweat. But when she raised her hand to wipe her face, she found blood on her fingers—fresh, red blood. A stream of blood was trickling down her cheek, yet she felt no pain.
Trembling with fear, Tania looks into the mirror and sees blood dripping from the corner of her eye. The stream of blood flows down her cheek and drips onto the floor, and Tania feels as if all her hidden anguish is pouring out along with it. It’s as though every unfulfilled desire, pain, and sorrow inside her is being released at once.
Blood drops start pooling on the floor before her, and Tania realizes that an eerie emptiness is growing within her. Everything becomes hazy before her eyes, but amidst the blur, she hears that terrifying sobbing again—clearer this time, and closer. The heart-wrenching voice reverberates within her mind, engulfing her in intense dread.
Tania glances back and sees that a corner of the room has plunged into darkness. Something is moving there. A dark shadow slowly takes shape, and behind it, a figure begins to emerge. Tania squints her eyes to see into the darkness, her breath quickening, her heart racing.
From within the darkness, the silhouette of a woman gradually becomes clearer. Her form is as insubstantial as air, but her face is visible to Tania—a face full of sorrow, with tears streaming down her eyes. The woman seems to be floating in the air, her face etched with pain.
Tania tries to step back, but her feet seem glued to the floor. The figure in front of her becomes more distinct, and its voice echoes, “You will feel my pain too, Tania.”
The woman’s chilling voice resonates not just in her ears but deep within her mind. Tania wants to close her eyes, but her eyelids feel heavy. The figure moves closer, and Tania feels as if the blood streaming from her eyes is merging with the woman’s flow of tears.
She wants to scream again, but her voice is trapped. All her inner courage vanishes in an instant, and Tania realizes she cannot escape. The depth of the woman’s eyes seems to pull her in, pouring all her sorrow, her suffering, her torment into Tania’s mind.
Suddenly, a cold hand touches Tania’s cheek, and she feels as if all the blood in her body has frozen. As she sinks deeper into the woman’s haunting gaze, Tania feels like she is becoming a part of this darkness.
And just then, the woman’s face comes even closer, whispering into Tania’s ear, “You will never leave this house.”
In that moment, Tania feels an eerie chill spreading through her entire body, and everything before her eyes blurs, merging with the darkness.
4: The Curse of the Past
Tania freezes in terror as the shadowy figure of the woman stands before her. The air around her feels heavy, and a chill seems to wrap around her from the corners of the room. The woman’s eyes glisten, and Tania senses a strange curiosity stirring within her. Despite the overwhelming fear consuming her, she manages to hold herself together.
Gathering courage, Tania asks in a trembling voice, "Who are you? Why are you crying like this?" Her throat feels completely dry, yet her question reverberates around the room. A soft sound, almost like a gentle laugh, comes from the shadow, but that laugh feels cold and haunting. Tania's body seems to stiffen even more.
The shadowy figure gradually becomes clearer, and the woman’s voice carries a deep pain as she says, "My name is Rupa. This house used to be my home." There’s a strange sorrow in Rupa’s voice that pierces Tania’s heart like a cold shell.
"What happened to you?" Tania asks again, though her voice is quivering.
Rupa whispers softly, "My husband pretended to love me, but his love was false. He deceived me and became involved with another woman. When I discovered the truth, he imprisoned me inside this house. He tried to suffocate me so that I could never leave him. But even in death, I found no release, Tania. My cries never ceased, and those cries still bind me to this world."
There was such profound sadness and pain in Rupa’s voice that tears welled up in Tania's eyes. She feels as if Rupa's sorrow has entered her own heart. But Tania's heart sinks in terror as she hears Rupa's next words: "You will also understand my pain, Tania. My cries will become your cries. You too will be trapped like this room."
Tania senses the air around her growing heavier, making it difficult to breathe. It feels as if drops of blood are falling from the corners of the room onto the floor, and those bloodstains are slowly gathering to form an ominous symbol. The echoes of the woman’s cries blend with the blood.
Looking at Rupa, Tania says, "No, this cannot be. I cannot be like you." She tries to free herself from this terrifying sensation, but her mind sinks deeper into sorrow.
Rupa's shadow approaches Tania, and she feels every part of her body growing cold. Rupa whispers, "The flow of blood from your eyes has mixed with my pain, Tania. You can no longer escape. This house, this crying—all of it will belong to you too."
In fear, Tania wants to step back, but her feet feel stuck to the floor. She sees red lines of blood twisting and spreading around her, and the flow of blood is slowly advancing toward her.
Tania begins to pray silently, but no words come out. Rupa's shadow now stands even closer, her face bearing that strange smile. Seeing that smile sends a chill down Tania’s spine.
Suddenly, Rupa’s gaze meets Tania's eyes. There is such a profound emptiness in those eyes that plunges Tania further into terror. Rupa’s shadowy hand falls on Tania’s shoulder, and with that touch, Tania feels as if all the joyful memories of her life are being erased, replaced by deep pain and sorrow.
Tania thinks she will never be able to escape this house. Everything before her eyes is becoming hazy like mist, and within that murky darkness, she sees Rupa’s face slowly merging with her own.
Tania senses the cry within her growing deeper, and that cry gradually returns as an echo of Rupa's weeping.
5: The Last Tear
When Tania realizes that the only way for Rupa’s soul to be freed is to end her story of suffering, she refuses to let fear take hold in her heart. The stream of blood from her eyes continues to flow, but a deep sense of responsibility awakens within her. The shadow of Rupa stands before Tania, etched with boundless sorrow and darkness. Tania looks into her eyes and promises, "I can understand your pain; I will set you free." Her voice trembles but remains firm.
Rupa's expression softens slightly, and her shadow seems to begin to lighten. Tania quickly searches for an old piece of paper and a pen, starting to write down Rupa’s story of suffering. Each word flows from her hand as if the echo of Rupa’s cries is taking form in the ink of her pen. The paper trembles between her fingers, but she does not stop.
Tania writes about how Rupa was deceived, how her husband imprisoned her here, and how she was left alone and neglected in the embrace of death—she captures it all on paper. While writing, Tania feels the weight of Rupa’s pain pressing down on her own heart, but she knows that without this last attempt, Rupa's soul will not be freed.
As dawn breaks after the night, casting light through the window, Tania feels the stream of her own tears gradually coming to a halt. She steps outside the house, the signs of fatigue and exhaustion evident in her eyes. Standing in the yard, she sets the paper on fire.
The flames slowly engulf the paper. Tania looks at the fire and sees how Rupa’s shadow merges into the flames. Rupa's face seems to fade away, and the sparkle in her eyes dims in the glow of the fire. Tears well up in Tania’s eyes, but they are no longer a stream of blood—this time they are tears of profound sympathy.
Tania feels Rupa’s cries gradually diminishing. A coolness of tranquility seems to settle in the air around her. Just before the last flame extinguishes, Tania hears a soft, mournful sound of crying in the air. That cry feels like a farewell, a final goodbye. Rupa’s soul appears to be liberated from this world with that cry.
Tania understands that the curse is over. The stream of blood from her eyes has ceased, and the invisible weight on her chest has lightened. But the memory of that cry, the terrifying experience of that night will forever be etched in her mind, reminding her of Rupa’s story of suffering.
Tania gradually steps back from the house, feeling a strange sense of peace and emptiness. She thinks that perhaps the people of this city will never hear the sound of that woman’s cries again. But in her own heart, the echo of that last tear will remain forever.
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