Olivia thought she escaped
Olivia awoke in her bed.
Birds chirped. The sun streamed through the curtains. The manor was silent—no more screams, no shadows on the walls. Her heart pounded, but everything looked normal.
She touched her neck. No blood. No wounds.
Was it a dream?
The door creaked open. Veronica stood there, smiling.
"Good morning, dear. Come, breakfast is ready."
Olivia walked down to the dining room. Everyone was there—smiling, calm, cheerful.
Kris. Veronica. Bush. Norman. Schwazz. Bell. Xavier. Even Sir Dalewood… sipping tea.
They all looked alive.
"We made it," whispered Bell. "We made it out."
"You were so brave," said Xavier.
"You saved us all," said Norman.
Olivia sat down, trembling, unsure.
And then— remembering all she has done. Sweet Olivia. The darling. The quiet one. Always helpful, always watching.
She had a box under her bed. No one knew. It was filled with old love letters from men she'd blackmailed, women she'd humiliated, and receipts of every lie she'd whispered to climb higher.
She blinked.
Everything dissolved.
The Truth: A House of Illusions
She was not at breakfast.
She was back in the manor's heart. Bound to a chair of writhing wood. Surrounded by mirrors.
Each mirror showed a different version of her.
One laughing. One screaming. One rotting.
"You never left," whispered the house.
"We let you dream. To taste the lie."
"But you were not the one." You chose yourself''
The manor opened her box.
And then the house itself began to whisper the contents aloud.
"You want power," it hissed. "Now everyone sees you."
Ashamed, Olivia ran to find and burn the box…
But it had grown.
Now it filled an entire room .. her room—and inside was a mirror image of herself, smirking.
"You can't kill what you fed."
And then—the child cried.
In a distant chamber, a faint whimper echoed through the roots of the manor.
The house shifted.
The child was alive.
Help help help!!!! Olivia screamed. The house swallowed .
The Final Vote
In the grand hall, lit only by the flickering red of the artifact, the family gathered.
The house demanded a choice: only one soul may leave.
It must be given.
Veronica clutched her son close, her eyes wild.
Kris stepped forward. Pale. Determined.
One by one, the family voted.
No one learnt
Hemsworth: "You owe me—I'm the only rational one."
Morris the butler " I served you worthless fools for 30years . let me leave"
Mr. Wheelbehelm: "I built this legacy. I will not die here. I will make sure your deaths are not in vain . what does the architect want. Take everyone here and leave me be and I will worship you"
Lady Wheelbehelm: "Let the rest rot. I want to taste the sun again."
(as they all said to themselves)
Only Veronica and Kris , let our son through "He is Pure"
"We've sinned too much," Veronica whispered. "Our child is pure. He must leave."
They kissed the child's head.
Together, they stepped into the mouth of the house—a great gaping wooden maw that opened in the floor.
No screams.
Just silence.
Then a light.
Then nothing.
The End of the Manor
The manor groaned.
Its hunger eased.
It shrank back into itself, swallowing its own halls and rooms, with the remaining survivors, collapsing into the artifact at the center.
With nothing left , but fields .
And there, at its feet—
The child sat, untouched.
Wrapped in a blanket. Eyes wide.
Alone.