Dremlock House: A Forgotten Eerie Haven
A Stairway Into Stillness
Mist curled around Dremlock House as if reluctant to let it go. The abandoned Victorian mansion seemed to tilt toward anyone approaching, listening, learning, remembering. Its warped porch boards groaned beneath invisible steps, and the wind carried a brittle scent of damp wood and forgotten seasons. Inside, dust-shafts drifted like lazy spirits across rooms that felt curiously aware, as if the very architecture followed one’s movement with a quiet, unsettled curiosity. Nothing here slept, even in silence.
Whispers of the Cartographer
Among Dremlock’s former inhabitants, Elias Merrin, the wandering Cartographer, left the deepest imprint. He was a man known for tracing continents no one else dared imagine, marking coastlines whispered in sailor’s myths. His journals—dozens of them—were tucked into secret compartments carved behind bookcases. Some were incomplete, ending mid-sketch, ink splattering where his hand seemed to have faltered. Others bore cryptic notes of “routes that shouldn’t exist” and “stars shifting without permission.”
His study remains disturbingly preserved. Candles melted long ago into rivulets that cling to brass holders. Charts still cling to the walls, corners curled like drying leaves. The room hums faintly, as though Elias’s meticulous concentration lingers, pen scratching in the absence of any living hand.
Rooms That Resist Forgetting
Higher in the mansion, certain rooms feel unnervingly aware. The attic—cold even in warm months—contains trunks Elias never opened or perhaps feared to. Maps line the floor in sprawling formations, suggesting an unfinished final masterpiece. Footprints, unmistakably adult and startlingly recent, track through dust despite the house standing empty for decades.
A single telescope rests near the window, still aimed at an indifferent sky. Whether Elias or another occupant placed it there remains uncertain, but its lens points directly toward a constellation scribbled repeatedly in his notes. The house seems determined to keep this alignment intact, as if guarding a secret woven between beams and stars.
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The mansion breathes with memories that refuse to settle, softly urging curious souls to keep walking deeper, listening harder, and wondering what unfinished story still turns within its aching walls.
