PART 3
Neither of us moved after the knocking started.
My husband sat frozen beside me staring toward the bedroom door while the heavy knocks continued echoing through the room.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Then suddenly…
A woman’s voice whispered softly from outside the door.
“Open for me.”
Fear exploded through my body instantly.
The voice sounded calm, feminine… and deeply angry.
I grabbed my husband’s arm tightly, but what terrified me most was his reaction.
He looked like he already knew exactly who was outside.
Then the bedroom lights started flickering violently.
The air inside the room became freezing cold while the knocking slowly turned into banging powerful enough to shake the door itself.
I burst into tears immediately.
“What is happening?!” I screamed.
My husband finally stood up trembling and locked the bedroom door properly from the inside.
Then quietly, almost ashamed, he admitted the horrifying truth.
His late wife never found peace after dying inside that house years earlier.
According to him, strange things started happening shortly after her funeral. Servants heard footsteps at night, mirrors cracked by themselves, and every woman he attempted bringing into the house afterward eventually ran away terrified.
But none of them stayed long enough to become his wife.
Until me.
My stomach turned painfully after hearing that.
“You knew this before marrying me?” I whispered in disbelief.
He lowered his eyes silently.
That answer shattered me completely.
Before I could react, the banging outside suddenly stopped.
Silence filled the room.
Then slowly…
The bedroom door handle started turning by itself.
My husband backed away immediately while whispering prayers under his breath.
And right in front of our eyes…
The locked door slowly creaked open on its own.
The hallway outside was dark.
But standing there…
Was a woman wearing a white nightgown stained with blood near her chest.
Her face looked twisted with anger while her eyes remained locked directly onto me.
I couldn’t even scream.
The ghost slowly stepped inside the bedroom while the temperature dropped so low I could see my breath shaking in the air.
Then suddenly, she rushed toward me violently.
Something invisible grabbed my hair and threw me across the bed so hard pain exploded through my body instantly.
I screamed uncontrollably while my husband tried pulling me away, but it was useless.
The ghost kept attacking me like she wanted me gone from the house completely.
And from that night onward…
The beatings never stopped.
PART 4 — ENDING
After that night, my life inside the mansion became a nightmare.
Every evening, fear filled me the moment darkness entered the house. Sometimes the attacks happened after midnight. Other times, objects moved violently around my room while invisible hands scratched, pushed, and beat me until bruises covered my body.
The servants already knew what was happening.
I could see it in their eyes every morning whenever they noticed fresh marks on my skin. But nobody dared speak openly about it.
And the worst part?
My husband expected me to simply endure it.
“This house belongs to her too,” he once whispered hopelessly after another terrifying night.
Hearing that broke something inside me completely.
Because I realized he never married me out of love.
I was just another woman brought into that cursed house while he hoped his late wife’s spirit would eventually accept my presence.
But she never did.
As weeks passed, the attacks became worse.
One night, I woke up unable to breathe while invisible hands pressed tightly around my throat. Another time, I was dragged off the bed so violently that my arm fractured after hitting the floor.
My family became terrified after seeing my condition.
At first, they thought I was being abused physically by my husband. But after hearing the full truth and witnessing strange things themselves during visits, even they became convinced something evil remained inside that mansion.
Eventually, my mother begged me to leave before the house killed me completely.
And honestly…
By then, I wanted escape more than anything.
My husband finally agreed after realizing the spirit attacks were becoming dangerously violent. Together with spiritual elders and religious leaders, prayers and cleansing rituals were performed throughout the mansion for days.
But according to them, the late wife’s spirit remained deeply attached to the house because of unresolved pain, jealousy, and betrayal surrounding her death and marriage.
Some things improved slightly afterward.
But peace never fully returned.
And I could no longer survive living in constant fear every night.
So eventually, I left the mansion completely and returned home to my family.
My husband and I separated quietly not long afterward.
Years later, people in the area still whisper stories about strange things happening inside that house. Servants never stay long, and lights are often seen flickering through the upstairs windows despite nobody officially living there anymore.
As for me, the experience changed my life forever.
For a long time, I struggled sleeping peacefully again because every sound at night reminded me of those terrifying footsteps and violent attacks inside that mansion.
But leaving saved me.
Because no amount of money was worth losing my life inside a house where the dead refused sharing space with the living.
And sometimes…
Not every marriage is blocked by another woman who’s alive.
