Author's Note – Unstoppable Aish 🌟🔪
ShadowHearts, welcome back to the whispers that stitched themselves into your spine last night. Chapter 1 was just a knock. This... this is the door slowly creaking open.
If you think the House let her in just because she's family, you're wrong. It let her in because she remembers. And what's worse? The House remembers her too.
Dare to continue. Dare to stay. Because not all letters are meant to be read under moonlight... unless you're already cursed.
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Recap:
Last night, Aanya stepped back into the Withered House for the first time in twelve years—and the House didn't just recognize her, it welcomed her like a secret lover. Whispers echoed her name. A covered mirror showed a reflection that didn't match reality. And Veer... a man with hollow eyes and a past buried in blood, appeared like a sin she once loved.
The door to Room 13 opened on its own. Her aunt's journal was waiting. And the last line?
"He smiled this time. I shouldn't have touched the glass.
And then: a voice behind her said, "You were never meant to leave."
But that was only the beginning.
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**Aanya's POV**
The next morning seeped in like a wound that wouldn't close. Aanya sat in the same dusty parlor where her aunt once drank tea with ghosts—figuratively, at first. Then maybe not.
The letter lay open on the coffee table.
The one that brought her back.
She hadn't noticed the blood moon when she arrived. But last night, it was hanging like a slit throat in the sky. Red. Guttural. Ominous.
She traced the wax seal again.
Serpent.
Bleeding moon.
Crest of her family. Curse of her bloodline.
The paper had aged, but the ink? Fresh. Too fresh.
"You are the last. The House is waking."
The words didn't fade.
They burned.
And then—
A knock at the door.
No one had knocked on that door in years. Not since her aunt's disappearance. Not since the townsfolk began whispering about curses and vanishings.
She approached slowly. The chandelier above her didn't tinkle. The house didn't groan. It held its breath.
She opened it.
No one.
Just a second envelope.
This one sealed with crimson wax.
No crest.
Just one word:
"Mirror."
Her heart twisted.
She turned it over. Blank.
No address.
No signature.
No explanation.
And still... she knew it was meant for her.
She ripped it open.
Inside, one line:
"He remembers what you made him do."
Aanya dropped the paper. Her breath caught. Her skin flushed cold.
What I made him do?
A memory clawed its way back into her.
Veer.
The mirror.
Her lips on his. Her blood on the floor.
No.
That was a dream.
Wasn't it?
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**Veer's POV**
He watched her through the mirror.
Not the one in Room 13.
The one in the hallway. Cracked. Half-covered in vines.
She was back. And the house had already begun re-binding her.
He could still taste her name in his mouth.
He didn't choose this haunting.
She did.
When she touched the mirror.
When she whispered, "I love you," that night—just before the house took her memories away.
Now?
The curse had begun to unspool.
The House wasn't haunted by ghosts.
It was haunted by memories.
Theirs.
And Aanya had just re-opened the last door she swore never to touch.
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*Author's Note – Aish the Whispering Queen 👑💥**
My bold little ShadowHearts—what did you just read? A letter written in sin. A mirror that holds truths your skin would rather forget. Chapter 2 marks the beginning of Aanya's unraveling… and Veer's return.
Comment your favorite moment. Was it the knock at the door? The word "mirror"? Or Veer's silent watching?
—Stay haunted, stay hooked.
Tag me when your heart skips.
**—Unstoppable Aish 💫 Comment, Vote, and Burn With Me Below —**