The old mansion on the outskirts of town had always been shrouded in mystery.The mansion was spread in acres of land and rumours said that the mansion had around 20 rooms. Its faded exterior and overgrown gardens hinted at a history that few knew anything about. But despite its dilapidated state, the mansion drew the attention of many who were intrigued by its dark and brooding presence. People say that they sometimes see light in the mansion and strange sounds and sometimes even a figure on the windows. All this added much mystery to the mansion.

I was also one such person. I had always been fascinated by the mansion and its secrets, and I longed to uncover its mysteries. Since I was a kid,I used to gaze at the mansion whenever I passed by it thinking that one day I will enter it and uncover the secrets inside. I have a group of adventurous friends with whon I have completed many challanging treks in the hills but none of them was ready to join me for this purpose. So one day, I decided to explore the mansion on my own.

As I stepped inside, I was immediately struck by the eerie silence that permeated the house. The rooms were dark and musty, with old furniture and dusty curtains adding to the sense of abandonment. But despite the feeling of unease that crept over me, I pressed on, determined to unravel the mansion's secrets.

I spent hours wandering through the dusty corridors, searching for clues. And finally, in the attic, I found what I had been looking for. A stack of old journals lay on a dusty shelf, their pages filled with the musings of the mansion's former owner.

I settled down to read, eager to uncover the secrets that had been hidden away for so long. And as I read, I discovered a story of love and loss, of betrayal and revenge. The mansion had been home to a wealthy family in the early 1900s, and the patriarch of the family had been a powerful and ruthless man.

But as I delved deeper into the journals, I began to realize that the story was not as straightforward as it seemed. The patriarch had been involved in shady dealings, and he had made many enemies over the years. And as I read on, I began to realize that someone was still seeking revenge.

Suddenly, a noise from downstairs broke my concentration. I jumped up, heart racing, and crept down the stairs to investigate. And there, in the dimly lit hallway, I came face to face with a figure cloaked in black.

For a moment, I froze. But then I remembered the stories of the mansion's past and the revenge that had been sought. And with a sudden surge of bravery, I lunged at the figure, tearing away the cloak to reveal the face of the mansion's current owner.

"You!" I exclaimed, shocked. "But why?"

The owner looked at me with a mix of fear and anger. "I had to do it," he said. "I had to avenge my family's honor."

I realized then that the mansion's secrets were not just confined to the past, but that they still held a grip on the present and behind those walls there was still something yet to be discovered. But I sensed that the past was rising again and a series of events was yet to come.

That day I left the house with a heavy hearth wondering about the mysteries. Through one dusty windows of the mansion,the owner was still looking at me as I was walking away. My senses were telling me that it's not just one person who's watching me but there's someone somewhere expect the owner who was watching me and the mansion.