Chapter 1: Born Into Shadows

Hi, I'm BHEGRAJ, and this isn't just a story — it's a chilling memory etched into the very beginning of my life. The night I was born, my parents decided to celebrate with a grand family gathering. The house was filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses as relatives poured wine and shared stories.

But as the night deepened, the mood began to shift.

Chapter 2: Whispers Over Wine

A few guests, slightly tipsy and bold, began recounting eerie experiences — tales of haunted houses, ghostly apparitions, and unexplained events that had scarred them for life. The room grew quiet, not out of boredom, but fear. Each story seemed darker than the last, and strangely… more personal.

One uncle spoke of a shadow that followed him for years. Another described a mirror that reflected things that weren't there. And then, someone mentioned a curse — one that begins with birth.

That's when the lights flickered.

Chapter 3: The First Sign

Suddenly, the air turned cold. The candles on the cake blew out without wind. My mother, holding me in her arms, felt a chill run down her spine. My father tried to laugh it off, but even he couldn't ignore the strange symbols that appeared on the wall — symbols no one had drawn.

The party ended abruptly. Guests left in silence, some refusing to look back.

Chapter 4: The Haunting Unfolds

From that night onward, strange things began happening around me. Toys moved on their own. I'd cry at shadows no one else could see. My parents tried to protect me, but the haunting had already begun. It wasn't just a ghost — it was something older, darker… something that had been waiting.

And this is just the beginning.

Chapter 5: The Forgotten Diary

One rainy afternoon, I found an old diary in the attic. It belonged to my grandfather — someone no one spoke about. The pages were filled with warnings:

"The child born under the blood moon will awaken the curse. Protect him from the mirror. Never let him sleep alone."

I realized then: this wasn't a random haunting. It was a legacy.

Chapter 6: The Mirror Ritual

The mirror in my room had always felt… wrong. I covered it with cloth, but it never stayed. One night, I stared into it — and saw someone else staring back. Not my reflection. Not human.

It whispered:

"You are mine now."

I screamed. My parents rushed in. But the mirror was empty. Just glass. Just silence.

That night, I smashed it. But the haunting didn't stop.

Chapter 7: The Final Confrontation

I decided to end it.

Using the diary, I performed a ritual — candles, salt, and fire. I called out the spirit, demanding it leave me. The room shook. Shadows danced. And then… silence.

A figure appeared. Pale. Hollow-eyed. It whispered:

"You broke the mirror. You broke the chain. But I will return… when the blood moon rises again."

And then it vanished.

Chapter 8: Peace… For Now

Since that night, the house has been quiet. No whispers. No shadows. Just peace.

But I know it's not over. The blood moon will rise again. And when it does, I'll be ready.

Because this isn't just a haunting.

It's my story.

🩸 The End… or Just the Beginning? 🩸