Shocking end….. read more

clouds churning like the sea during a storm. A low rumble echoed over the hills as Detective Lila Moreau pulled up to the worn-out farmhouse. Her boots crunched against the gravel as she approached the creaking porch. The call had come in just after sunset — a local farmer claimed he’d seen someone dragging a body into the woods behind the Harper property.

Lila didn’t believe in ghosts, though the locals swore the Harper place was cursed. Abandoned for two decades, it loomed like a skeleton — windows shattered, wood blackened from a fire no one could explain.

As she pushed the door open, her flashlight cut across the dust-swirled darkness. The house was colder than it should’ve been, unnaturally silent. “Is anyone here?” she called.

Silence.

Then — a creak upstairs.

She moved slowly, gun drawn, flashlight aimed ahead. Each step up the staircase screamed under her weight. At the top, she paused. A hallway stretched left and right, but something — a scent, a pressure — drew her to the right.

The door to the master bedroom hung open, swaying slightly. Inside, the air was colder still. She stepped in and froze.

On the wall opposite, written in something dark and thick, were the words: “IT NEVER ENDS.”

Before she could process, a whisper — close, impossibly close — slid into her ear: “Help me…”

She spun, heart slamming, but the room was empty.

Her radio crackled. “Detective Moreau, you copy?”

Lila pressed the receiver. “Go ahead.”

“We found something in the woods — it’s… you need to see this.”

“I’m inside the house,” she said. “Be right there.”

Outside, the wind had picked up. Leaves whipped in frantic spirals. She made her way around the property to the wooded area, where a group of officers stood around a shallow pit.

“What is it?” she asked.

An officer shined his light into the hole. Lila looked — and felt her blood chill.

A body.

But not just any body — it was her. Her face. Her uniform. Her badge.

Impossible.

She staggered back. “This—this is some kind of sick joke.”

“No joke,” said Officer Ramirez, frowning. “We called you because we found you. But if you’re here… who the hell is that?”

Suddenly, everything felt wrong. The cold. The whispers. The writing on the wall.

Lila turned to speak — but the world twisted.

A sharp ringing in her ears. Darkness pressed in. Then, silence.

She awoke lying on the wooden floor of the farmhouse, breath ragged. A woman stood over her.

She looked exactly like her.

“You weren’t supposed to wake up,” the other Lila said, her eyes dark and hollow.

“What… are you?”

The doppelgänger smiled, and it was not human. “You’ve stepped into a place that doesn’t forget. A place that doesn’t forgive.”

She reached down, touching Lila’s forehead.

Suddenly, memories poured into her — but they weren’t hers. They were versions of her, from different timelines, all of them dying in this house. Over and over. Different causes, same end. The Harper place didn’t haunt the living. It fed on them.

“I’ve been you before,” the thing said. “And now, I’ll be you again.”

Lila screamed and lunged, tackling the creature. They struggled, rolling across the floor. The doppelgänger’s strength was unnatural, but Lila grabbed a shard of broken mirror from the floor and plunged it into the thing’s neck.

It shrieked — not in pain, but in anger. Its form flickered like a broken TV screen.

With effort, Lila scrambled outside. Her legs burned. Her vision blurred. She didn’t know if she was still in her own world or trapped in one of the others.

A figure appeared ahead — Officer Ramirez.

“Ramirez!” she gasped. “It’s not me in there — it’s something else!”

But Ramirez looked confused. “Detective? You’re supposed to be in the morgue. We just pulled your body out of the woods.”

“No, that’s not me, that’s—” she stopped.

Her hands were translucent.

No breath fogged the air before her.

She turned to look back at the house, and saw her — the thing — standing in the window, watching.

She wasn’t alive anymore.

She was the next echo, the next piece in the puzzle of a place that collected souls like trophies.

Ramirez stepped closer. “Are you… okay?”

Lila wanted to scream. To explain.

But her voice was gone.

As Ramirez turned away, the house behind her shifted, its wood creaking in pleasure.