Bajo La Puerta De Los Susurros の小説・ストーリー

The basement door opening by itself. My breathing stopped. And from the darkness below— A weak female voice whispered: “Aria… help me.”

Tiny hands reaching toward me while sunlight poured through palace windows. Selene smiling softly. “My little Lyra.” The second the name left my mouth— the entire house shook. Every light exploded instantly. Darkness swallowed everything. And below us— the basement door creaked open on its own. Cold air rushed upward violently. The humming stopped. Then came a tiny whisper from the darkness beneath the house. Soft. Fragile. Hopeful. “Mama?”

As I wiped her brow with cool cloths, she caught my wrist with surprising strength. “Be careful, child,” she rasped. “The walls have ears… and the floor has teeth. Perpetua tried to warn us all.” Before I could ask what she meant, she slipped back into delirium. I stayed with her longer than necessary, my mind turning over her words. The floor has teeth. The tunnels? Or something worse? That evening, after Vespers, Jordan managed to pass me a small note during the procession out of the chapel. "Midnight, at the old library. Bring what you can.”

​I could no longer endure the suffocating atmosphere of the upper floors, where my mother’s inconsolable sobs, muffled by heavy medication, filled every corner. ​The silence there felt predatory, as if it were watching me. ​I decided to descend into the basement. ​The stone steps were hard and bitingly cold, leading down into a part of the manor that time had seemingly forgotten. ​This was Julian’s domain—a place where my family kept their "broken" cousin hidden away. ​I pushed the heavy oak door open. ​The air was sharp with the smell of damp earth, yet it was pierced by an impossible fragrance: fresh white jasmine.

The bookshelf slowly slid sideways. Behind it… A staircase descended into darkness. Cold air drifted upward. Unlike every secret passage they’d discovered before… This one smelled of seawater. At the very bottom… A lantern was already burning. Someone… Had been waiting for them. Alessio slowly drew his pistol. Matteo chambered a round. Adrian whispered only two words. “The Ferryman.” From the darkness below… An old voice answered. “No…” A faint laugh followed. “You’ve finally come to the right door.”

I call out with a terrifying voice no one was in the house but Cleo and i more curious than anything, I approached the notes slowly. I kept down cautiously and picked up the strange paper. On it where only 5 words scribbled in blood " GET OUT, HE IS COMING!!" immediately the door that it just come out from closes and it was then I realised it was the door to the steps which lead to the basement Immediately, cleo's terrified voice ehcos from outside " help ..." He Screams and i jerk up

But something inside me whispers, Don’t be so sure. Baekhoon is like a jump scare in a horror movie. You think you’re alone. You’re not. I slide the key into the lock slowly, trying not to make a sound. The door creaks a little as it opens. I wince. Inside, it’s quiet. Too quiet.

Dorothy stands before the electronic keypad, she places her hand over it and begins to chant: “Follow where the blind are leading, listen where the mutes are keening, take the road that splits asunder, nor left nor right, but travel under, where oneself meets the other, one from two and strange combining, with the other intertwining. Ceiling to floor, I command thee to open the door.”

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

And then I saw it. A door. Hidden at the far end of the east wing. A staircase leading down. Of course, the Morunagas had a basement. Where else would they keep their darkest secrets? I didn’t turn on the lights. Didn’t risk my phone’s flashlight. Step by step, I descended into the unknown, hands trembling, heart hammering, face frozen into something unreadable. Each step took me deeper into the abyss. The hallway stretched long and narrow, swallowed in shadows. At the very end—a single metal door, slightly ajar.