Episode 1: The House of Three Candles
The small village of Tregenar nestled in the Cornish hills was an idyllic place, its inhabitants living in peace and harmony for the most part. However, for many years a strange and mysterious air had hung over the village, a feeling of unease and dread, as if something unseen lurked in the shadows beyond the edge of sight.
The source of this foul atmosphere was an old, sprawling house on the outskirts of the village. Nobody knew who lived there – the windows were always kept shuttered, the doors firmly locked and no one ever seemed to come or go. The name of the house was ‘The House of Three Candles’; the name had been in place since the village was founded, with no one able to remember the original owner, or why it held such a name.
One day, a young woman named Miranda stumbled across the house while wandering in the woods. When she walked up to the house, it seemed to her as if the air was almost tangible with the sense of danger and unease. She peered through the windows, but all she could make out were indistinct shapes and shadows in the darkness of the rooms. She took off running, and returned to the village in a state of fear and confusion.
Word of Miranda’s discovery spread quickly throughout Tregenar, and soon a group of curious townsfolk had gathered around the house, discussing what could possibly be inside and why it was so shrouded in mystery. After much debate, they decided that the only way to find out would be to break down the door and explore the inside. Armed with poles, mallets, and a variety of tools, the villagers broke open the door and ventured inside.
What the villagers found in the darkness of the house was far more than they had expected. Inside, they discovered a gloomy labyrinth of dusty corridors and cobweb-filled chambers, some with strange objects and artefacts that seemed straight out of a fairy tale. Most peculiar of all, however, was an eerie painting of a woman with three candles in her hands. With each step they took, the same woman appeared to be watching them from the shadows of the painting, as if she were alive – or, more accurately, as if she wanted to remain alive.
At the back of the house, the villagers stumbled upon a large banquet hall, and at its centre, a grand and ornate dining table. The candles in the painting were here too, each placed on a tall candlestick across the table from one another, the only source of light in the entire room. As they lit the candles, a strange and sinister presence seemed to emanate from the painting, a presence which filled the room with a sense of dread.
Despite the terror and confusion, the villagers were determined to find out the truth behind the House of Three Candles, and so with utmost caution, they slowly made their way back to the entrance. Unfortunately, their journey home was anything but successful, as they soon realised that the door they had entered had magically locked itself shut and they were now stuck inside.
Suddenly, the large banquet hall was filled with an eerie music, and a figure stepped out from the shadows. It was the same woman from the painting, a woman with three candles in her hands. She introduced herself as the former mistress of the House of Three Candles, and explained that she had died several years earlier, leaving behind a curse for whoever dared to trespass inside her abode.
The woman explained that the curse would only be broken if one of the villagers were to find the courage to light all three candles before the music stopped. To do this, they would need to go through each room and hall in the house and find the candles, as well as brave the many dangers that lurked in the shadows.
Though greatly frightened by the woman’s words, one of the villagers, a brave young man named Martin, attempted to brave the curse and light all the candles. Martin threw himself into the task, searching the nooks and crannies of the house, braving the darkness and using his wits to evade the traps set by the former mistress. The villagers watched from the Banquet Hall as Martin struggled and fought his way through the house, rallying courage and hope against the curse.
With only seconds to spare, Martin was able to light all three candles and break the curse of the House of Three Candles. As the music stopped and the curse dissipated, the villagers emerged from the darkness and breathed a sigh of relief. All seemed to be well, until Miranda noticed something strange – the former mistress of the House of Three Candles had disappeared.
The villagers returned to the village and never spoke of the House of Three Candles again, but each night, Miranda found herself drawn back to the house, to the eerie painting of the woman with three candles in her hands. As she stood there, watching the flickering candles, she couldn’t help but feel that the former mistress was still out there somewhere, waiting to exact her revenge.
The curse of the House of Three Candles was yet to be broken.
Episode 2: The Dark Room
The cold autumn breeze swirled around the winding streets of the small coastal town of Westford. The sky was a fine shade of slate gray, intermittently illuminated by the rare rays of warmth from the dying sun before it sank below the horizon. The eerie quiet of the dying hours seemed to heighten the air of dread that had pervaded the town for weeks.
Everyone in town was aware of the dark rumors around the abandoned Mackay Mansion, located at the edge of town. Some said that strange and unnatural things had been seen in and around the mansion, and that peculiar noises could be heard coming from the property late at night. It was said that the man who had originally built the mansion had died under mysterious circumstances.
John Watson, a recent transfer to the area, had a strange fascination with the abandoned building. He had heard the rumors of the Mackay Mansion, and wanted to see what the building held for himself. He decided to head to the mansion that night and investigate.
As he neared the edge of town, he noticed a faint light coming from a window at the back of the building. Thinking that he had found his way in, he carefully approached the building.
The closer he got to the house, the more he felt a deep sense of foreboding. He slowly climbed the steps leading to the back door and peered through the window. He found himself staring into a large, dark room. The room was filled with various pieces of furniture, but what really caught his attention was a tall cabinet in the center of the room.
Cautiously, John entered the room and slowly approached the cabinet. As he opened the door, he was taken aback by what he found inside. Sitting atop a red velvet cushion was an old camera, its lens gleaming in the faint light.
John had heard of the legends surrounding the camera and how it was said to take a person’s soul. He knew he shouldn’t take it, but his curiosity got the better of him and he decided to take the camera home.
When he returned home, a strange feeling came over John as he removed the camera from its velvet cushion. He could feel a powerful force emanating from the camera, one that seemed to be beckoning him to use it. He quickly shook off the feeling and went to bed.
The next morning, John awoke with a start as he remembered the camera. He quickly went to retrieve it and was surprised to find that he was unable to put it down. He couldn’t explain it, but an inexplicable force seemed to be keeping him from letting go of the camera. He had no choice but to take it along with him that day.
John had a series of strange experiences throughout the day, all which seemed to be linked to the camera. Everywhere he went, he felt a strange presence, as if someone or something was watching him, following him.
Eventually, his curiosity got the better of him and he decided to try out the camera. He hastily set it up, focused the lens, and snapped a picture. Immediately after he snapped the photo, he felt a powerful energy emanating from the camera, as if a slumbering creature had been awakened.
That night, as he lay in bed, John heard a faint noise coming from outside his window. When he peered out into the night, he could could make out a figure in the darkness. He grabbed his camera and snapped a picture of the figure before it vanished.
The following day, John couldn’t believe his eyes when he looked at the picture. The figure in the photo was of himself, only older, much older. He quickly put the camera away, afraid of what he had unleashed.
From that day forward, John could feel the darkness consuming him. Everywhere he went, he could feel eyes upon him as if something was watching him and waiting for the right moment to strike.
John knew that he must find a way to stop the darkness from taking over. He had to find a way to put the creature the camera had unleashed back in its place. He sought out the help of a mysterious figure who he had seen in town and who seemed to have knowledge of the supernatural.
The figure told John that the only way to stop the creature was to find the source of its power and destroy it. He said the source was located in the heart of the Mackay Mansion and that the only way he could get there was to return the camera to its original resting place in the dark room.
John knew he must act quickly and set off to the mansion. When he arrived, he could feel the same eerie presence he had felt before. He entered the dark room and returned the camera to its rightful place.
Suddenly, the room began to fill with a blinding light. The power of the camera had been broken and the creature released. John quickly ran from the mansion and out of the town, never to return.
What happened to John and the creature that had been unleashed from the camera? Will John be able to break the hold the creature has on him, or will the darkness consume him for eternity?
This, and many other mysteries, remain unanswered.
Episode 3: The Whispering Corridor
The night was dark and eerie. It was the perfect setting for something sinister and strange to happen.
As I stepped out onto the cobblestone street, I felt a chill go down my spine. I could sense something lurking in the shadows. Then suddenly, as if in slow motion, I heard a faint whispering echoing through the air. I shivered as the whispering seemed to come from everywhere, surrounding me in its eerie embrace.
I quickly turned around to see what was causing the strange noise, but all I saw were a few lone figures walking along the street. I was about to turn away when I noticed something peculiar about the figures. All of them were wearing long, dark cloaks, and each of them had their hands clasped tightly across their chests.
I frowned, my curiosity piqued, and began to follow them. The figures quickly disappeared into the night, but as I continued on, the whispering grew louder and clearer. I could make out the words now – they were talking in hushed tones about a place called The Whispering Corridor.
As I approached the entrance of the alley I could see the entrance to the corridor. It was an ancient looking door made of wood, and it was guarded by two figures. They stood motionless, with their hoods up, and when I took a step closer, they turned to look at me.
One of them stepped forward and said in a deep voice, “This is a place of shadows and secrets. If you wish to enter, you must speak the word.”
I felt a chill run through me as I realized that I was standing at the entrance of a strange and mysterious corridor. I swallowed and said the word, “Tenebrae”.
The door groaned and opened slowly, revealing a long corridor illuminated by the light of a few flickering torches. As I cautiously stepped forward, the whispering grew louder and the walls seemed to be whispering back. I felt my heart racing as I realized that whatever secrets this place held must be powerful indeed.
As I proceeded down the corridor, I noticed that the walls were lined with wooden doors, each of which had a strange symbol carved into it. I stopped in front of one particular door and noticed that the symbol on it was in the shape of an eye. I felt a strange sensation of dread as I realized that this must be the Whispering Corridor’s most guarded secret.
I slowly opened the door and stepped inside. The room was large and filled with shelves that were filled with books and scrolls. On the far end of the room was an altar with a large crystal ball in the middle of it. I walked towards the altar and noticed that there were several symbols carved into the crystal ball. I touched the symbols and immediately felt a surge of energy shoot through my veins.
Suddenly, I heard a voice in my head, it was the same voice I had heard in the whispering corridor. “Greetings,” the voice said, “I am the Keeper of Time, and I have been waiting for you. I can help you unlock the power of the Whispering Corridor, but you must answer three questions.”
The Keeper of time proceeded to ask me three questions. The first was, “What is the power of the Whispering Corridor?” I thought for a moment, and then I realized that the power of the Whispering Corridor was the power of knowledge. With knowledge, one could unlock the secrets of the universe.
The second question was, “What will the Whispering Corridor help you to achieve?” I thought for a moment, and then I remembered what the whispering had said – that it could help me unlock the power of my soul. Suddenly I knew that the Whispering Corridor could help me unlock the power to be my true self.
The last question was, “How will you use this power?” I knew right away that I would use it to bring peace and harmony to the world.
The Keeper of Time said, “If you use this power wisely, you will find true happiness. But be warned, the power of the Whispering Corridor is a double-edged sword. It can be used for good or for evil.”
I nodded in understanding, and then the Keeper of Time asked me to make a choice. I chose to use the power of the Whispering Corridor for good, and suddenly the crystal ball started to glow and shimmer.
I felt a warmth spreading throughout my body as the power of the Whispering Corridor began to overtake me. Suddenly I heard a loud crash, and I opened my eyes to see the entrance to the Whispering Corridor had been sealed shut.
The hallway was now empty, but I knew that I had unlocked the secrets of the Whispering Corridor and that the knowledge I had gained would help guide me through life. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the alley, my heart racing as I realized that I had ventured into a realm of shadows and secrets, and come out the other side a wiser, stronger person.
The night was now peaceful, and the darkness was illuminated with a newfound understanding. I took one last look at the Whispering Corridor, and then I walked away, knowing that I would never forget the strange and mysterious things I had discovered there.
The End. Or is it?
Episode 4: The One-Eyed Housekeeper
It was the day of the new housekeeper’s arrival, and although the house was in a state of chaos, no one seemed fazed by it. Martha, the old housekeeper, had just left, and in her place stood a tall, gaunt figure with only one eye. The sight of her made the family recoil, and for a moment, no one dared to speak.
Mrs. Peterson, the matriarch of the family, finally regained her composure and greeted the one-eyed woman as civilly as she could. “Welcome to our home,” she said, motioning for the woman to enter. “My name is Mrs. Peterson and this is my family.”
The one-eyed woman nodded silently and stepped into the house. She moved slowly and carefully, taking in the disarray of the home. She was the very picture of a perfect housekeeper, and Mrs. Peterson immediately felt a sense of relief.
Little did they know, the one-eyed woman was no ordinary housekeeper. She was a witch.
As weeks went by, the one-eyed woman began to weave her magic in the house. She transformed the chaos into order, and soon enough, the family realized that their home had changed drastically. Furniture that was once broken and torn was now fixed, and the family had no idea how it had happened.
Soon enough, the family started to realize that the one-eyed woman seemed to have an eye for spotting the future. Whenever something would happen, it would first appear in her eye. Mrs. Peterson asked the woman about it, but she only replied with a simple smile and a mysterious answer: “The eye can only reveal what is already known.”
One night, Mrs. Peterson heard a loud bang coming from the one-eyed woman’s room. She slowly opened the door, only to find the one-eyed woman trying to escape from her own window. When she tried to stop her, the woman screamed and ran out of the house.
When Mrs. Peterson asked her husband why the one-eyed woman had left so suddenly, he replied, “I think we were too unkind to her. We didn’t give her a chance.”
Afterwards, the family discussed the situation and realized that they had been too quick to judge the one-eyed woman without getting to know her. They had been too suspicious of her abilities and hadn’t given her a chance to prove herself.
The family was determined to find the one-eyed woman, and so they searched far and wide. They searched in the nearby towns, but nothing turned up. Then, one day, Mrs. Peterson found an old newspaper article about a witch who had been executed for her ties to the occult. When she read the description of the woman, she realized that it was the same one-eyed housekeeper who had stayed with them.
The family was dismayed. They couldn’t believe that the one-eyed woman had been a witch all along, and that she had been punished for it. But why had she stayed in the house for so long? What had she been planning?
The family never found out the answers to these questions, and the one-eyed woman never returned. Perhaps she was still out there somewhere, continuing her magical work, or perhaps she was gone forever.
The family went on living their lives, but they never forgot the one-eyed housekeeper who had worked so hard to make their home a better place. They often thought of her and wondered what it was that she had seen in her eye that had made her run away so suddenly. Was it a vision of the future, or a warning?
No one will ever know.
Episode 5: The Night Gallery: The Final Paintings
By Chaim Klein
Deep in the bowels of the city lies an old museum, a museum of the macabre, the Night Gallery. The Gallery holds within its walls a collection of eerie and mysterious paintings, canvases that tell tales of horror, terror, and mystery, like none you could imagine.
The museum keeper, a quiet, unassuming man, often says to his guests, “You will never forget what you see here.” And he is right. Those who visit the museum often find themselves haunted by the strange, almost surreal paintings.
In the years since the Night Gallery opened, the number of paintings has grown, yet many of the works remain incomplete. Some pieces, however, appear to have been finished, although no one knows for sure if their creator even lives.
One day, however, the museum received a package with a letter, postmarked from a distant city. The letter detailed a collection of paintings to be included in the Night Gallery, and asked that they be displayed prominently, as the artist’s final works.
The museum keeper agreed, and soon began preparing the works for display. He hung them in a special corner of the Gallery, a place of prominence and reverence. As he studied the paintings, he began to feel a strange sensation, as if he were being watched.
Soon, people began to visit the Night Gallery, drawn in by the strange beauty of the final paintings. They looked upon them in wonder, mystified and amazed by their beauty, but also by the sense of dread and horror that seemed to emanate from them.
As the Gallery began to draw more and more visitors, the mystery of the artist deepened. No one knew who they were. Some suspected they had died, while others were sure that the artist was still alive, and their paintings were the last works they would ever create.
Then, one day, a man in a dark coat appeared at the Gallery. He had a cane in one hand and a notebook in the other. He stood staring intently at the final paintings, before turning to the museum keeper and saying, “I am the artist.”
The museum keeper was amazed. He asked the man to explain himself, and the artist proceeded to tell him a strange tale. He had left his home many years ago, seeking a new life for himself. He had traveled the world, painting and creating, until one day he found himself in a city far away. It was there that he created his final paintings, the ones that now resided in the Night Gallery. He then left the city and returned home, only to find out that he had been declared dead.
The museum keeper was astonished by the story, and knew he had to share it. He asked the man to remain, and agreed to let him show his final works in the Gallery.
Days went by, and each night the Gallery grew more and more crowded, as people came to see the mysterious artist’s works. Soon, the paintings began to attract the attention of the media, and rumors began to spread about the death of the artist.
But in the midst of the chaos, something strange began to happen. The artist, who had been presumed dead, was suddenly seen walking in the city. He was never seen entering or exiting the Night Gallery, yet he seemed to be taking long, thoughtful walks, as if studying something.
No one knew what the artist was doing, or what he was looking for, yet all agreed that his final paintings were among the most remarkable works ever seen in the Night Gallery. As the days passed, more and more visitors came to the Gallery to see the final works of the mysterious artist.
But then, one day, the artist was gone. He had vanished, leaving behind only his final paintings, the ones that now remain in the Night Gallery, forever enigmatic, forever mysterious.
The Night Gallery is still open today, and the final paintings are still on display. Every now and then, someone still comes to look at them, searching for answers, searching for meaning. Some find it, while others leave still haunted by the mystery that surrounds the final works of the mysterious artist.
Episode 6: The Imaginary Dreamers
The small village of Hillsborough sat nestled deep in the rolling hills of northern Britain. For centuries the villagers had lived an idyllic life of peace and prosperity. Though there were other villages in the area, Hillsborough was unique. It was said the village was blessed by the magical powers of the faeries that lived in the forest surrounding the village.
It was also said that the village was home to something else, something far more sinister and powerful. Some called it the dark force, others called it the invisible dreamers. Whatever it was, it had haunted the villagers for generations.
The story centers on the family of Graham and Sarah, who had recently moved to Hillsborough. Graham was a successful businessman, and Sarah had a successful career as an artist. Though life seemed perfect at first, their lives began to unravel as strange things started to happen in the village.
At first, it was small things like objects moving around their house, inexplicable noises, and strange shadows appearing in the night. These incidents gradually became more frequent and more disturbing. Graham was convinced the village was cursed, but Sarah thought there was more to it.
Then one fateful night, Sarah heard a voice calling for her. She followed the voice through the forest, and eventually she came upon a strange circle of standing stones. In the center of the circle was an old woman with long silver hair. The woman told Sarah that she was a Dreamer, and that she possessed the ability to see and communicate with the invisible dreamers who had been tormenting the village.
The woman offered to teach Sarah how to use her power so she could protect her family from the dreamers. She told Sarah that the dreamers were trapped in a realm between our world and the next, and were desperate to gain access to the real world. She warned her to never accept any gifts from the dreamers, for they would try to manipulate her mind and take control of her dreams.
With the old woman’s help, Sarah learned to protect herself and her family from the dreamers. She also made a few allies along the way, including a mysterious man named Mr. Smith and a strange young girl named Elise.
Together they worked to thwart the dreamers’ attempts to enter the real world, but then one night things started to go wrong. Elise ran away, leaving Sarah and her family no choice but to flee the village. They ran deep into the forest, desperate to escape the invisible dreamers, but it seemed like the dreamers were always one step ahead.
Eventually, a final confrontation with the dreamers took them to a secret chamber deep beneath the forest. Inside, Sarah and her family discovered that the dreamers were the creators of an ancient ritual designed to open a doorway between the two worlds.
With the help of her allies, Sarah managed to disrupt the ritual and seal the dreamers in their own realm, but it was too late. A powerful entity had managed to enter our world. Through the doorway, the entity revealed itself to be a powerful being from a far away land called The Land of Imaginary Dreams. The being offered Sarah the chance to see her deepest desires come true if she agreed to let the dreamers back into the real world.
Sarah hesitated, unsure what to do. After much deliberation, she made her decision. She chose to let the dreamers back into the real world.
The consequences of her decision remain to be seen. Will the dreamers be able to fulfill their promise and make Sarah’s wildest dreams come true? Or will the dark force lurking in the shadows of Hillsborough prevail? Only time will tell…