EchoesInTheRedRoom

In the heart of a forgotten village in northern Maine stood an abandoned boarding school called Valemoor Hall. The locals whispered about the Red Room—a sealed-off chamber on the third floor, with a door painted crimson and bolted shut with rusted iron.

No one knew what happened inside, but every child in town grew up knowing one rule: never enter Valemoor after dark.

But sixteen-year-old Talia, a thrill-seeker and YouTube urban explorer, came to town with a camera and no fear. Accompanied by her skeptical cousin Drew, they broke in just after midnight. The camera caught peeling wallpaper, moldy desks, and half-burned textbooks. Nothing unusual—until the third floor.

The air grew colder. Talia’s flashlight flickered. The red door stood at the end of the hallway, untouched for decades.

But the bolts were missing.

Drawn by whispers only Talia could hear, she pushed it open.

Inside was a room drenched in faded red, with mirrors covering every inch of the walls. And in each mirror—Talia saw not herself, but dozens of other versions of her—screaming silently, pounding on glass.

Then she turned to leave.

But Drew was gone.

And her reflection didn't follow.

A whisper echoed from behind her:
"Another one for the collection."

The door slammed shut.
From outside, the room was silent.
But in the mirrors, Talia was screaming—forever trapped in the Red Room.

Locals say sometimes at night, the door creaks open just a bit.
And if you're unlucky, you'll hear a voice ask:
"Can you see me now?"

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