Invisible Traces · A Horror Story No. 6
The Schwarzová Mansion
Alex Moonn
Ten years ago I entered the Schwárzová Mansion. My body came out.
Prague, October. Father Tomáš Novák served the Parish of Saint Nicholas in Malá Strana for thirty-two years and never believed the house on Nerudova Street was truly dangerous. Then he began dreaming of it. In the parish archives he finds twenty-three different owners and an order from the Archbishopric of Prague declaring the mansion sealed and forbidden. What no record says is what all of them had in common.
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Then I heard the voice.
“At last, you have come.”
It was a woman’s voice. Melodious. And it had a quality I can describe in no other way than this: a certainty that it had never belonged to any human throat, however much it sounded like one. It came from everywhere at once—from the walls, from the ceiling, from somewhere deep inside my own chest.
“I have waited so long. They all do, eventually. Come, Father. Come and see what we keep for you in the shadows.”
I woke screaming.
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