Virgo had just settled into her cozy armchair with a cup of chamomile tea, ready to dive into the latest thriller novel she had picked up. The old Victorian house she had recently moved into was perfect for a quiet evening. The creaks of the wooden floorboards and the occasional howl of the wind added to the eerie charm of the place.
Just as she turned the first page, her phone buzzed on the side table. She glanced at the screen: Unknown Number.
“Who could be calling at this hour?” she muttered to herself, letting it go to voicemail. After a moment of hesitation, curiosity got the better of her. She put the book down and picked up the phone.
You have one new voicemail.
She pressed play, and a chilling voice filled the room. It was low, almost a whisper, and it seemed to echo in the silence.
“Virgo, I need your help. They’re coming for me. Don’t let them take me.”
A shiver ran down her spine. The voice sounded familiar, but she couldn’t place it. She replayed the message, trying to recognize the speaker, but it was no use.
Virgo chuckled nervously, trying to shake off the unease. “Okay, Virgo, it’s probably a prank. Maybe one of your friends has a twisted sense of humor.”
She decided to call her best friend, Leo, who was always good for a laugh.
“Hey, Leo, you won’t believe the weird voicemail I just got,” Virgo said, trying to keep her tone light.
“Let me guess, another creepy admirer?” Leo joked.
“I wish. This one was really freaky,” Virgo replied, her voice tinged with unease. “It said something about ‘they’re coming for me.’ I have no idea who it could be.”
“Maybe it’s one of those prank calls, you know, like the ones from those radio shows,” Leo suggested.
“Yeah, maybe,” Virgo agreed hesitantly. “But it sounded so real.”
Leo laughed. “Well, if it’s a ghost, tell them to haunt someone else. I heard ghosts don’t pay rent.”
Virgo giggled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
After hanging up, she felt a little better. Leo always had a way of making her laugh, even in the creepiest situations.
The next day, Virgo couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. She went about her day as usual but found herself glancing at her phone more often than usual. By evening, she was back in her armchair, trying to get lost in her book, but the words on the page couldn’t hold her attention.
Suddenly, the lights flickered, and the room plunged into darkness. Her heart pounded in her chest as she fumbled for her phone to use the flashlight. The power outages in the old house were frequent but always unsettling.
As she turned on the flashlight, she noticed something strange. A figure stood at the far end of the hallway, barely visible in the dim light. She froze, her mind racing.
“Who’s there?” she called out, trying to sound braver than she felt.
The figure moved closer, and she could see it was a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Virgo’s heart raced. “What do you want?”
The woman didn’t answer but moved closer until she was standing just outside the circle of light. Virgo could see her now, a pale face with hollow eyes.
“Help me,” the woman whispered, her voice the same as the one in the voicemail.
Virgo’s blood ran cold. “Who are you?”
“They’re coming for me,” the woman repeated, her eyes wide with fear.
Suddenly, the lights flickered back on, and the woman vanished. Virgo stood there, her mind struggling to process what had just happened. She stumbled back to her chair, her hands trembling.
“Okay, Virgo, you’re just tired. It’s all in your head,” she whispered to herself. But deep down, she knew something was terribly wrong.
Determined to find out who the mysterious woman was, Virgo decided to do some digging. She started by calling the phone company to trace the unknown number, but they couldn’t provide any information.
Feeling frustrated, she turned to the internet. She typed in phrases like “creepy voicemail” and “woman in old house,” but nothing seemed to fit her situation. Then, she remembered the old newspapers in the attic. The previous owner had left behind boxes of them, dating back decades.
Virgo climbed up to the dusty attic, the wooden stairs creaking under her weight. She found the boxes and started sifting through them, hoping to find some clue.
Hours passed, and just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon an old newspaper article. The headline caught her eye: Mysterious Disappearance of Local Woman Still Unsolved.
The article detailed the disappearance of a woman, Pisces, who had lived in the same house decades ago. The description matched the woman Virgo had seen.
“This can’t be a coincidence,” Virgo muttered to herself. She read on, learning that Pisces had vanished without a trace, and her case remained a mystery.
Armed with this new information, Virgo decided to visit the local library to see if she could find more about Pisces’s disappearance. She spent hours going through old records, feeling like a detective in a noir film.
Finally, she found a photograph of Pisces in an old yearbook. Her heart skipped a beat; it was the same woman who had appeared in her house.
That night, Virgo couldn’t sleep. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing with questions. Why was Pisces haunting her? What did she want? And who were “they”?
Around midnight, her phone buzzed again. Another voicemail from the unknown number.
“Virgo, they’re here. Help me.”
Virgo’s hands trembled as she replayed the message. The fear in Pisces’ voice was palpable.
Determined to put an end to this, Virgo grabbed a flashlight and made her way down to the basement, where she had felt an inexplicable chill since moving in. She had avoided it until now, but something told her the answers lay down there.
The basement was cold and damp, with an old, musty smell. As she shone the flashlight around, she noticed strange symbols etched into the walls. They looked like something out of an occult book.
“Great, just what I needed. A haunted basement with creepy symbols,” she muttered, trying to keep her sense of humor.
Suddenly, she heard a noise behind her. She spun around to see Pisces standing there, her eyes filled with fear.
“They’re here,” Pisces whispered.
Before Virgo could react, the temperature in the room dropped, and she felt a presence, something dark and malevolent. The symbols on the walls began to glow, casting an eerie light.
“What do you want from me?” Virgo shouted into the darkness.
A voice, deep and menacing, echoed through the basement. “She belongs to us. Leave now, and you will be spared.”
Virgo’s mind raced. She had to do something, but what? She remembered the articles she had read about exorcisms and banishing spirits.
“Leave her alone!” Virgo shouted, trying to sound authoritative. “You have no power here!”
The voice laughed, a chilling sound that echoed through the basement. “You cannot banish us. She is ours.”
Pisces’ figure began to fade, her eyes pleading with Virgo. “Please, help me.”
In a moment of desperation, Virgo grabbed one of the old newspapers she had brought with her and began to tear it into pieces. She threw the pieces into the air, hoping to disrupt the symbols’ power.
To her surprise, the glowing symbols flickered and then went dark. The presence in the room seemed to waver, and Pisces’ figure became more solid.
“No!” the voice roared. “You cannot break the bond!”
But Virgo didn’t stop. She tore more pages, throwing them into the air until the entire basement was filled with swirling paper. The darkness seemed to recoil, and the temperature began to rise.
With one final shout, Virgo threw the remaining pages into the air, and the dark presence vanished. Pisces’ figure solidified, her eyes filled with gratitude.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
And then, just as suddenly as she had appeared, Pisces was gone. The basement was silent, the symbols on the walls now nothing more than faint marks.
Virgo stood there, her heart pounding, trying to catch her breath. She had no idea what had just happened, but she knew one thing for certain: she had helped Virgo find peace.
In the days that followed, Virgo couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. She knew the house held many secrets, but she was determined to uncover them. She continued her research, learning more about the dark history of the place and the strange occurrences that had plagued it for years.
But one thing was clear: Pisces’ spirit was at rest, and the malevolent presence had been banished, at least for now.
As Virgo sat in her armchair one evening, sipping her tea, she received another call from an unknown number. Her heart skipped a beat, but this time, she felt no fear.
She answered the call, her voice steady. “Hello?”
A familiar voice replied, but it was calm, at peace. “Thank you, Virgo.”
And then the line went dead.
Virgo smiled, knowing that she had done the right thing. The house was no longer just a place of fear and darkness; it was a place of healing and redemption.
And as she picked up her book and began to read, she felt a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in a long time. The shadows had been banished, and the light had returned.