The richest woman in the village, Mrs. Emma, over 60 years old, has been a widow for a long time, has no children. Her villa is located at the end of the village, with high walls and closed gates, but every night the basement light is on, although during the day it is always closed.
Recently, she has been continuously recruiting young men to work as porters, all of them are healthy, strange men aged 18-25. But strangely:
They only work at night, from dusk until dawn they leave the villa, then sleep all day in a nearby motel room, no one is allowed to enter the villa.
The villagers speculated:
– She must be digging for gold, trading in antiques or… raising pythons!
– Or she practices something… I heard that even though she is old, she still has rosy complexion and smooth skin like a thirty-year-old girl!
Until one day, John’s wife – a young man in the porter group – became suspicious because recently her husband had become very thin, had dark circles under his eyes, and looked exhausted every night when he came home. She decided to secretly follow him when he left home at 9pm.
Approaching the villa, she hid behind the bushes, her heart pounding when she saw the gate open slightly, a group of 3 young men led by the butler into the basement. She followed stealthily, went through the back door, then stopped at the gap in the basement door that was slightly open …
And then, she fell silent.
In the basement was not a warehouse, but a room filled with black candles, in the middle was Mrs. Emma sitting on a stone throne, wearing a bl00d-red cloak, bare-chested and covered with charms, her skin smooth and shiny, without a single wrinkle. In front of her was a bronze basin filled with bright red liquid… and John was sitting motionless, eyes lifeless, as if hypnotized, his two hands offering up an object that looked like a fresh pig’s heart.
Mrs. Emily smiled, her eyes flashing red :
— Very good… Youthful blood is always the best nourishment. Just a few more times…
The wife covered her mouth, almost screaming , but tripped over a dry branch.
“Crack!”
That tiny sound was like an alarm bell, making the wife’s heart skip a beat and her throat tighten. Her whole body tensed, her eyes unconsciously glued to Mrs. Emma.
Mrs. Emily was in no hurry, slowly Emilyrning her head. The light from the black candles seemed to highlight her face even more, her haunting red eyes piercing through the darkness, as if she knew someone was watching her.
“Ah… uninvited guests.”
Her voice echoed in the cold, silent space, like a d3athly greeting.
The wife stopped breathing, her eyes never leaving Mrs. Emily, her body trembling. The whole scene before her eyes made it impossible for her to move.
Mrs. Emily stood up, her blood-red cloak covering her flawless body, walking towards her wife with slow steps, as if there was no need to rush.
“I think you will understand,” Mrs. Emily said, her eyes shining.
“You have come, so don’t expect to leave like this.”
The wife stepped back, her mouth dry, her eyes dizzy. Everything seemed to be spinning around her, but she could not take her eyes off Mrs. Emily – the woman standing there, like a creaEmilyre not of this world, powerful and haunting.
“John…” The wife muttered.
Mrs. Emily smiled again, this time with an evil smile:
“It will never wake up again… but acEmilyally, it already belongs to me. Thank you for giving me this opportunity.”
The wife felt as if everything was crumbling beneath her feet. Mrs. Emily’s words seemed to tear apart every last hope, every last piece of truth in her mind. And then, there was nothing left but utter fear …
The wife stood motionless, her body Emilyrned to stone, her eyes still unable to take their eyes off John – the husband she once thought was hers. At this moment, he was no longer the man she loved, but a soulless corpse, his eyes staring blankly into space, not recognizing her anymore.
“You can go now.” Mrs. Emily said.
“As long as you don’t cause trouble, I’ll let you go.”
The wife could not believe what she heard. Her whole body seemed to melt in extreme fear. But suddenly, an invisible force suddenly made her take a step back. It felt like something was pushing her, some force was making it impossible for her to stop, to run away.
Mrs. Emily smiled, her eyes flashing sharply, as if she was reading her mind. “Fear is what I like best.”
In that moment, the wife realized she was trapped. There was no way out, no one could save her. Her husband was no longer her husband, and Mrs. Emily – she was a woman with a power she could not understand. The whole world, now only darkness surrounded her.
“Don’t worry.” Mrs. Emily smiled lightly.
“You will have another chance… But not now. Remember, this life is something I can give and also take away at any time.”
The wife was surprised, her legs were no longer steady. A feeling of despair rose up, but at this point, everything was too late. Mrs. Emily had taken control of everything, and she was just a pawn in her hands.
“Go now. I don’t want to bother you anymore.” Mrs. Emily said.
“But remember, next time, you won’t be so lucky.”
As the villa door closed, the wife could only raise her head, tears falling down her face filled with fear, and in her mind, there was only one thought:
Can anyone escape from Mrs. Emma?
