Courtney and Matt were overjoyed when they moved into their new Victorian-style house that was over 130 years old... However, they couldn’t have imagined the chilling discoveries that awaited them there... strange occurrences, hidden compartments, and even a secret torture room... And it all started with a sinister letter that Courtney and Matt found on their very first night in what they thought was the home of their dreams, which soon turned into a complete nightmare...

A Dream Come True — Or the Beginning of a Nightmare?

It was one of those days you want to remember forever. The summer sun, the scent of freshly cut grass, and the feeling that a new, happy chapter was beginning. Courtney and Matt had finally moved into their long-awaited home — a Victorian building with almost a century and a half of history. 

They laughed, hugged at the threshold, and aloud imagined how they would decorate every room. Not even the rumors that had surrounded the house for years could dampen their spirits...

Rumors Don’t Arise from Nowhere

There were legends about this house... Some whispered that strange footsteps echoed through it at night. Others swore they saw silhouettes in the windows when the house still stood abandoned. But Matt and Courtney were rational people. 

Ghosts? Oh please — we don’t believe in that stuff! Dust, faulty wiring — that’s all the “horror” an old house has to offer, the couple thought confidently. They didn’t yet know that the very first hours in this house would bring not just joy… but a chilling warning that something was truly wrong…

Rustling in the Attic…

While Matt was carrying boxes from the car, Courtney, left alone, began unpacking clothes into the old creaky wardrobes. That was when she heard it for the first time: a strange rustling sound above. 

As if someone was slowly moving through the attic. Her heart skipped a beat…
— Matt, is that you? — she called but silence was her only answer...

Courtney’s Heart Pounded Wildly!

She pulled herself together and cautiously climbed the stairs. The attic greeted her with cold and darkness. A draft? The wind? Or someone... or something... else? Then — a shuffle! 

A sharp sound, like something fell. She screamed. Her heart was racing… and then she saw what she hadn’t expected at all!

The Source of the Stress

Courtney saw something dart out from behind a box… a mouse. Just a regular little mouse! She laughed, nervously wiping her forehead, then launched a full-blown hunt before finally catching it and setting it free outside.

 Matt, seeing her with a jar in her hands, stared in confusion:
— Is that our first neighbor?
— No, our first good luck charm! — she laughed. They were still laughing… having no idea what horror was waiting for them that very night…

The First Strange Discovery

Later that night, while unpacking boxes in the bedroom, Courtney noticed an envelope wedged between the floorboards. The paper was old, yellowed — no stamp, only a scrawled message across the front… 

But she couldn’t read it right away — the dim light, her weak vision, and the trembling in her hands made the letters impossible to decipher.
— Matt… — she called, a wave of unease rising in her chest. — Come here, this is strange. He entered with a cup of coffee and set it on the dresser. Seeing the envelope in her hands, he frowned…

A Sinister Warning

The writing on the envelope, as Matt leaned closer, was far more chilling than either of them expected. The ink had faded but the words were still legible:
"I know all the secrets of this house. This is for the new owners." Matt felt a cold shiver crawl down his spine. 

Courtney froze behind him, holding her breath.
— Who wrote this?.. — she whispered, a new edge of real fear in her voice. — Why us?
— Let’s find out, — Matt said, quickly tearing open the envelope. The paper inside crackled ominously...

Chills Down the Spine!

The room suddenly felt colder… Matt began to read:
"I would like to… tell you about the secret rooms and a few things you may not have been told when you bought the house. I lived here. I know what’s hidden behind these walls. You may not believe me — and that’s why I’m leaving you proof. In the living room, behind the bookcase, there is a hidden room. Go and see for yourself. Then you’ll understand this is no joke." 

As the last sentence echoed into silence… the couple stared at one another, eyes wide. Neither could speak...

What Now?!

— This... what kind of nonsense is this? — Courtney finally whispered. — One of the agents? A prank by the neighbors?
Matt turned pale. He was still holding the letter in his hands.
— We should call the police…
— Or a psychiatrist? — Courtney gave a nervous chuckle, trying to seem brave. — This is stupid. There’s no hidden room!

But thirty minutes later, shaking with fear and clutching each other’s hands… they decided to check anyway…

Time to Face the Fear

Trying not to show their fear to each other, they walked into the living room… There, behind the old cabinets, was a bookcase built into the wall. At first, nothing happened but then Matt accidentally touched one of the books. There was a soft click. The bookcase trembled… and slowly slid to the side.

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Behind it was… a door. Narrow, with a rusty handle. — It can’t be, — Courtney breathed out, barely holding back tears. The couple felt even more uneasy…

What Was Behind the Door…

Matt reached out, pressed the handle in horror, and pushed the door… The old, rusted lock gave way with a crunch, as if resisting. Behind the door was a room. But not an ordinary one — narrow, windowless, with a ceiling so low they had to duck. And then — a blow to the senses: the stench of musty wood, metal… and something sickly sweet, like rotting fruit.

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— This can’t be real… — Courtney covered her mouth with her hand. But everything they saw was real… More than real.

The Secret Room — Empty… Or Not?

Behind the heavy door they were met with oppressive silence. Inside, it was dark and dusty. At first glance — nothing unusual. Just a single wooden chair in the middle of the room. No windows. No light… — Maybe it’s just a storage room? — Courtney whispered uncertainly.

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— Or a reading nook… — Matt added, though even he realized how ridiculous that sounded. Their minds swirled with guesses but reality was far more terrifying…

So Terrified…

They stepped inside, feeling the air grow heavier with every breath. And only after a minute, as their eyes adjusted to the gloom, it slowly began to sink in… 

This wasn’t a storage room. Or a reading corner… It was a horror movie brought to life — to put it mildly.

What Nightmares Could Have Happened Here…

The old, rickety chair wasn’t placed there by accident — it was firmly bolted to the floor. On the walls — faded marks, as if someone had once struggled, or scratched at the wood with their fingernails…

— Matt… — Courtney’s voice broke. — This isn’t just a room. It looks like a place where people… were held. Panic began to slowly engulf her…

The Panic Overflowed

— What if… — Courtney glanced at the open door. — What if someone’s watching us? What if that door slams shut and we’re trapped here forever?!

Matt rushed to the door and yanked it open. — It didn’t shut. We can still get out. It’s fine. But Courtney was already trembling. — We need to leave. Right now!

The Night They Wanted to Forget

They practically ran down the hallway — their hearts pounding so loudly it felt like they might burst. Courtney stumbled at the corner but Matt caught her hand. They rushed into the bedroom, slammed the door shut behind them, and clung to each other as if that could protect them from the mounting horror.

— We should call the police, — Matt was already reaching for his phone but Courtney shook her head.

— And say what? That we found a room behind a bookcase and got a letter from some crazy woman?.. They’ll think we’re insane!

Courtney curled up under the blanket, hugging her knees…

A Shiver of Fear Ran Through Their Bodies...!

— I don’t want to sleep here. I’m scared… What if the door opens again? Or… maybe it’s already open? — It’s okay. I’m here, — Matt whispered, trying to be strong for her, though he himself felt his fingers going numb from fear.

But the body doesn’t lie — they were completely drained. The stress, the adrenaline, the exhaustion… it all caught up with them. They both fell asleep right on top of the covers, with the lights off… and for the first time in a while, sleep brought no comfort.

Good Morning… Or the Beginning of the End?

With the first rays of sun, Courtney opened her eyes. For a few seconds, she didn’t know where she was. Everything felt too quiet… too real. She propped herself up on her elbows, looked around — and then remembered everything.

Matt was still sleeping. Last night’s horror hadn’t been a dream. It had been real… Trying not to wake her husband, she left the bedroom. Her brain demanded distraction, so she returned to the boxes. Everything had to feel normal, everything had to be normal… but just 15 minutes later she let out a scream!

A New Letter — A New Nightmare

When she reached for a sweater at the bottom of the drawer, her fingers brushed something flat and crackling. A sheet of paper. No, not just paper. A letter…— Matt! — her voice cracked into a scream. — Matt, please, come here. Now!

He ran in, still half-asleep. She was already holding the letter, gripping it as if she wanted to tear it apart. — It’s not the same one. It’s different. It was under the clothes, I swear!

What Does the New Message Bring?

Matt took the letter from her hands and began reading aloud. His face changed with every line. — If only we had known… — Courtney whispered, staring into space. — Six months ago, when we fell in love with this house… if only we had known what goes on here… we would have run away as far as possible.

But now it was too late. Someone knew they were here… and was sending them these strange letters…

Six Months Before…

Half a year ago, Courtney and Matt were just an ordinary young couple living in a noisy third-floor apartment without an elevator. Everything would have been fine if not for the downstairs neighbors — their life felt like a never-ending nightclub. 

Loud music, late-night parties, screams… and then — one particularly wild night…

Living Like This Was Impossible!

That night and the neighbor’s party became the breaking point for Courtney and Matt… A woman screamed, there was crashing, someone shouted about knives… Matt called the police while Courtney sat on the kitchen floor, hugging her knees and crying. — I can’t take it anymore, — she whispered. 

— I don’t want to live in fear, surrounded by strangers’ screams… I want silence. Our own home. A place where no one can disturb our peace. And that was the starting point… If only they had known that life in an apartment could be far better than what awaited them next.

A Budget Dream

Moving into their own home — an idea that once seemed far-fetched. But now they were ready to do anything. Their budget was limited but they decided: they would take what they could afford and create comfort over time. A fixer-upper? Perfect! Courtney was already dreaming about choosing wallpaper, remodeling the kitchen, and growing a garden under the windows.

Every evening, they scoured websites, ads, agencies. But everything was either too expensive or in terrible condition. And then…

“Look What I Found!”

It was a Saturday. Courtney was sipping coffee and lazily scrolling through a real estate catalog. — Matt… Look! — She turned the laptop toward him. — This is it!

On the screen — an old Victorian house, with carved cornices, a massive door, and windows that seemed to hold stories. Yes, some peeling paint, an overgrown yard… but there was something about it. A soul… — Listen, the price isn’t high at all… — Matt pondered. — Is it a mistake?

Suspiciously Cheap…

They immediately contacted the agent. The house was really for sale! — Why is the price so low? — Courtney couldn’t help but ask during the viewing. — It should be at least a hundred thousand more.

The realtor — a woman with a cold smile and perfect hair — tensed slightly. Her gaze flicked sideways…

Could the Realtor Be Hiding Something?

— The owners want to move quickly. Europe, new opportunities. They want a fast sale without any hassle, — she said coolly, as if reciting a well-rehearsed line.

But Courtney felt something. A slightly trembling voice, a too-controlled smile…

A Moment of Tension

For a second, silence hung in the air. The house was empty. Too empty. As if someone had left in a hurry…Courtney didn’t know what to think. Was she just overly suspicious, or was the atmosphere of the old house getting to her? But the thought crossed her mind anyway: Were they running away from something or somebody? 

— Don’t worry, no ghosts here! — the realtor tried to lighten the mood with humor, and everyone laughed.

The Couple Was Already Charmed

That same day, Matt said: — We’re taking it. Just imagine — Christmas by the fireplace, summer breakfasts on the porch… We’ll bring this place to life. This will be our home!

Courtney nodded and smiled. If only they knew what truly awaited them in this house…

A New Life Is About to Begin

They were planning to move quickly — too quickly. Boxes were packed almost with excitement, as if every motion brought them closer to something real, mature, “adult.” 

It felt like preparing for a celebration: their own place, a new chapter, a future without neighbors and people yelling under their windows. Finally — peace. Finally — a home. Everything was going according to plan… until that Friday.

A Sinister Warning Over a Glass of Wine

They had arranged to meet with close family friends at a cozy café. Just a chance to unwind: wine, light conversation, some food — a classic evening for a couple on the edge of big changes. Courtney was in high spirits. She and Matt sat down, chatted, laughed… And then, with a note of ceremony, Courtney said: — We have news. We bought a house!

The reaction was loud — clapping, congratulations, laughter. With pride, Courtney pulled out her phone and showed a photo of the facade: old Victorian style, carved wood, shadows on the windows...
And then everything changed — their friends’ expressions shifted.

The Horror on Stella’s Face

Stella — a long-time friend of Courtney’s, always calm and rational — suddenly turned pale. Her smile disappeared. She leaned in closer to the screen and said in a strange voice: — Wait… Is that the house? On Linden Road?..

— Well, yeah, — Matt replied with mild confusion. — Why? — No, not that one! — Stella gasped.

Legends They Didn’t Want to Believe

— There are legends about that place, — Stella whispered. — Terrible ones. That house... it doesn’t let people go. No one stays there long. People feel sick, they leave, break down…

Courtney widened her eyes. She looked at Matt. Then, sharply, almost irritated: — What kind of nonsense is that? Are you serious? But Stella wouldn’t stop...

A Frightening Story

— They say, — Stella continued, — that one family just vanished. Completely. First they stopped answering calls… Then, the house was empty. No signs, no bodies. They were just gone. And no one knows where they went.

Courtney gave a nervous laugh. Then Matt joined in. It sounded forced, loud, unnatural.

Laughter as a Defense Mechanism

— You’ve got to be kidding, — Courtney scoffed, trying to steer the evening back to normal. — Who even believes in that kind of stuff these days? Just old ghost stories to scare off buyers.

But something in Stella’s eyes was deeply unsettling. She wasn’t joking… She truly believed every word she said.

The Ride Home — And Doubts

On the way home, neither of them turned on any music. Silence hung in the car like a heavy blanket. Finally, Matt said:— They’re probably just jealous. We’re doing something they’ve only dreamed about.

Courtney nodded. But the words kept circling in her head: “A family vanished. Just disappeared. No one knows what happened to them.” She didn’t want to believe it. And she didn’t. Still, when she turned toward the wall that night, she couldn’t sleep for a long time… The move was already planned for the next day.

Second Day in the New House…

You remember what happened after they moved in… not exactly pleasant.
And now — their first night in that cursed house was over. And then Matt read the second letter. Again with no signature, no return address...

— What does it say?! — Courtney screamed. — Are they threatening us?! Is it something horrible?!
— Wait… — Matt tried to calm her. — Let me read it properly…

The Second Letter — No Signature, No Explanation

When Matt lifted the lid of the old wooden box on the windowsill, he didn’t expect to find another letter. Again. No date. No name. Same handwriting. Neat lines, like a schoolteacher’s… or a madman’s.

— Matt, what is it?! — Courtney cried out in panic. — Are they threatening us?! Is it something horrible?! He read aloud, stammering: “I think you’ve found the first secret room. Well done. Now you’re ready for the next discovery. Go to the front living room… A gift is waiting for you. Above the fireplace. Behind the mirror. It will lift your spirits…”

A Gift? Or a Trap?

Courtney jumped up like she'd been stung.
— A gift?! After the torture room?! — her voice cracked. — This is turning into some twisted quest! What if there’s another hidden passage?! Or a trap?! They’re leading us in circles and watching our every move!

— Wait… — Matt tried to stay calm. — Maybe he — whoever he is — doesn’t want to hurt us. Maybe he just... wants us to understand what happened here. Courtney let out a hysterical laugh.
— Are you serious?! We’re living in a house with a terrifying secret room and one single chair — who knows what horrors went on in there! And you’re asking me to trust some friendly stranger bearing gifts?!

Too Many Questions… And Too Many Secrets

Who writes these letters? How does he (or she?) know exactly what they’ve found? Why is someone leading them deeper — from one secret to the next? This wasn’t just an old house. It was someone’s game… The script already written. And Courtney and Matt — the main characters...

Courtney didn’t want to go searching for the “gift” mentioned in the letter... But not going — felt even scarier. The house seemed to be pushing them: drafts were growing stronger, doors creaked on their own, the ticking clock got louder… curiosity was winning over common sense.

Curiosity and Fear…

— If we don’t look, — Matt said, — we’ll never feel safe. We’ll be afraid of every wall. We’re already inside this story. And the only way out — is through the end. They went.
The living room greeted them with a deathly silence. The fireplace — thick with dust.

Above it — an old mirror in a cracked frame. And behind it… there was something. Or at least, that’s what the anonymous letter had said...

Behind the Mirror… What They Didn’t Expect to See

Matt pushed up from the bottom of the mirror — and it… started to lift. Courtney gasped in shock... She froze.
— Are you sure you want to open this?

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Matt nodded silently. He kept pulling the mirror up — it stuck a little from age… but it opened. And what was inside — Courtney and Matt, to put it mildly, did not expect to see...

No Way…

The mirror creaked and jammed like it was resisting — like it wanted to stay put, to keep the secret hidden. But finally, it gave way. Behind it, a niche… Courtney instinctively took a step back.
— So?.. — her voice was barely a whisper. Matt peeked inside. Then, after a stunned second, turned to her and said:
— It’s… just a bar.

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— What? — Courtney frowned. In front of them was a small secret alcove — a vintage bar built right into the wall.

A Shelf of “Treasures”

A dusty shelf, lined with bottles.
Some covered in cobwebs, others — still gleaming. And what stood out most — there wasn’t a single cheap drink. Only rare, premium wine.

French rose from 1970, cabernet sauvignon from 1989, a few jugs of old bourbon. Even cream sherry — the kind they used to serve to guests in respectable homes back in the 19th century. Did aristocrats live here once?

Too Good to Be Just a Bar?

— Is this some kind of joke? — Courtney murmured, confused. Matt took one of the bottles, held it up to the light. Amber liquid swirled inside. The seal was intact. — Well… maybe we open one? I mean, we’ve earned it — he gave her a hopeful smile, as always, trying to lighten the mood.

But Courtney didn’t even pretend to be calm.
— Are you insane?! — her voice shook with fear. — How do you know it’s even wine in those bottles? What if it’s poison? Or something worse! Matt laughed — but it wasn’t joy, just nerves. — Come on, it’s just a bar. Maybe the owner was a collector.

Laughing Through Tears… And a Heavy Dread

Courtney sat on the edge of the couch. Her eyes welled up.
— This is unbearable, — she whispered. — We found a torture room, we’re getting anonymous letters, we’re digging through a house people say is cursed… And now — a bar behind a mirror?!

Matt tried to hug her but she pushed him away.
— If only we had listened to Stella... She warned us! — Courtney, — he said gently, — nothing bad has happened. Yet. It’s just a strange house. Yeah, full of secrets. But maybe it’s just an old owner with a weird imagination… Courtney shook her head.
— And what if it’s not?.. What if this is all a trap? What if the people who lived here before us… didn’t leave — they vanished?

A Gift or a Curse?

She looked back at the bar. The wine, the bourbon, the sherry. It all looked perfect. Too perfect. — You don’t get it… — her voice lowered. — The letter called it a “gift.” But who gives gifts to strangers? We’re not welcome in this house. We’re being watched. We’re being played with...

Matt opened another bottle — just to look. Under the cap — a small bundle... Paper, rolled into a tight scroll. He slowly pulled it out. Unfolded it.
— There’s something written here, — he said hoarsely.

Continue the Quest Yourselves...

The scroll trembled in Matt’s hands. The paper crackled, as if it had spent decades inside the bottle. He began to read aloud slowly. The handwriting was the same — neat, precise, almost like it had been done with a fountain pen. “You have completed the first challenge. Continue the quest yourselves. Expect a letter from me… in the mailbox. Very soon, I will tell you who I am.”

Courtney grabbed the back of the armchair, as if trying to keep her balance.
— He… he’s alive. This person. He’s somewhere nearby. He’s watching us, Matt!

Mailbox Obsession

The next morning they ran to the mailbox. Empty.
But the next day — again. And the day after that. Sweaty palms, trembling fingers on the lid...

— We’re losing it, — Courtney said one morning, pulling on a sweater by the door.
— Or maybe we’re just living in a house with personality, — Matt tried to smile.
A week passed… No letters. The panic subsided… In its place came… a strange lightness. They began to really look at the house. Truly…

An Extraordinary Place!

Every day, in the basement, under the floorboards, in the attic — they found strange things: porcelain dolls, antique candlesticks, letters from the early 1900s, albums filled with darkened photographs. Courtney filmed it all.
The idea for a TikTok channel came out of nowhere.
— Well, since someone’s already filming us, why not film ourselves? — she joked.

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The channel blew up! And then, just when fear had almost become part of the routine — a letter arrived...

No Signature… But With Answers

Courtney held it like a relic. The envelope was pale gray, without stamps, without a return address. Only their last name, written carefully on the front... the couple held their breath for a moment...
“Allow me to introduce myself. I am the last living member of the Madison family, who once owned this house. I grew up in it. I’m sorry if I frightened you. I just wanted you to find it… interesting. I wanted you to remember this move forever. I had to leave because of work but I can’t just forget this place. It was part of my life, and now — it will become part of yours. You are very lucky. I hope that in time, we’ll become friends.”

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They read the letter to the end. Several times. In silence. Then again.
— That’s it? — Courtney whispered.
— Sounds like... an apology. Or... a blessing?
Matt said nothing…That evening, they poured themselves a glass of that very wine from 1970 and sat on the antique couch in the living room. Suddenly, it became clear: the house had let them in. It allowed them to enter its story — not as guests… but as its new owners…