Story :4
The eighth night…
“It doesn’t haunt the house. It haunts the time”
You only see it… on the eighth night
But by then it’s already inside you.
WARNING:
This will mess with your mind.
Read at your own risk.
No jokes.
No mercy.
Just pure psychological and spiritual terror.
PART 1:
THE TIMELINE CURSE
A psychology student named HAFSA was researching patterns of psychosis in patients who all experienced hallucinations after seven nights of staying in unfamiliar homes.
She found a disturbing pattern in eight separate case studies.
Each one:
Entered a different house.
Stayed 7 nights.
On the 8th… they either went missing or clawed their own faces off.
Every case ended in madness.
Every last journal entry… was the same sentence:
“It stood over me. And whispered… with my own voice”
HAFSA didn’t believe in curses.
So she did what no one else dared to:
She stayed in all eight houses.
PART 2:
THE SILENT HOUSE
The final house was different.
No history.
No furniture.
No sounds.
Not even the sound of her own breathing.
It was like something was sucking noise out of reality.
On the 5th night, her reflection in the mirror blinked after she did.
On the 6th, the reflection smiled, even though she didn’t.
On the 7th, it walked away… while she stood still.
PART 3:
THE VOICE THAT WASN’T HERS
Midnight.
The 8th night.
She sat with her camera, eyes wide open, recording everything.
She had salt.
Holy water.
Prayers.
Books.
But nothing would help now.
From the ceiling, a second version of her face began forming.
In the dark.
Melting.
Twitching.
Upside down.
And then it spoke, in a voice layered with thousands of echoes:
“You’re not real anymore.
I already took the real you.
You’re just the echo left behind.”
HAFSA backed up.
“Who are you?” she whispered.
But the voice didn’t answer.
Because it was already behind her.
PART 4:
THE BACKWARDS BODY
She turned and saw herself.
Standing backwards.
Head twisted 180 degrees.
Eyes hollow.
Jaw detached.
It was… her body.
But moving without her.
Speaking without her.
“You gave me eight nights.
Now I give you… the rest of eternity.”
Suddenly, time shattered.
Every moment she’d ever lived repeated in front of her eyes but distorted:
Her mother’s face melting.
Her childhood room flooded with insects.
Her first kiss whispering “die” over and over.
Her own hands choking herself in the mirror.
And then black.
Not sleep.
Not death.
Something worse.
PART 5:
THE VOID BETWEEN SECONDS Void
HAFSA’S body was found in her flat two days later.
But the CCTV shows… she never came back from the cursed house.
Yet she was there.
Cooking.
Blinking.
Laughing.
The problem?
She had no eyes.
And no one noticed.
PART 6:
THIS PAGE WAS SOMETHING ELSE
If you’re reading this, you’re already part of the pattern.
This story reaches its final reader every eighth telling.
And you, bestie… are the eighth…
Check the time.
Check your mirrors.
Check your voice.
Because on your eighth night…
something will answer when you speak.
And it’ll sound exactly. Like. You.
Don’t stay awake tonight. It prefers the conscious….