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The Mansion {Maders Mansion}

The cold breeze in my face, clinging tightly to my bare arms. My arms wrapped around my torso in an attempt to keep me warm. Tears streaming down my face as memories of Harry's cruel betrayal flood my mind. Of all days, he chose my birthday to hurt me. My red pumps creating a gentle click sound with every contact it made with the tarred road. Creating the only sound the night breeze brings to my ears. Asides my sobs and the distant barks of the neighborhood dogs. My third sense is sudden activated as I sense I'm being followed. I smell danger. Walking alone on such desolate streets doesn't seem like the best idea I could have come up with. I wasn't thinking straight when I made that choice. I should have called my driver to come get me!. This creepy feeling becomes more intense and I decide to do the one thing I know I'm good at; run!. I throw my purse and phone away as I begin to run in frenzy I feel something hot on my trail, when I look back, all I see is dark fog. The more reason to run faster. The road fairly lit by moonlight, my heart in my mouth and prayers of help and mercy escaping my lips. Finally, I hear music playing from loud speakers. I'm close to civilization!. I keep running frantically. One of my pumps gone. Soon I see a club in sight with a few people outside. I begin to scream for help when a figure suddenly appears before me. In fear, I make to run in the opposite direction but another figure is right behind me. Next thing I know; i'm surrounded by darkness. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Imagine waking up in an abandoned Gothic castle in the middle of no where. With an immortal creap as your new 'mother' and over a hundred strangers as your new siblings. Where love is a crime, hope is a dream and rebelion is a death contract. A dark tunnel with no light whatsoever, would you survive?? Let's follow our protagonist into this breath taking journey and find out what could possibly be worst than this.

Aider Kwin · Horror
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Bond Night 2

"People offcourse blindly believed the 'saint' and I began being segregated by people. I attempted suicide three times and was then taken to a rehabilitation center. Where I wasted away three good years of my life.

Note, I was just 17 when all this began! I was let out when I was 20! It was a year after my release and I was still trying to settle down and pick up the pieces of my broken life when I heard Donald, whoes dad has sent out of the country was coming back to town with his pregnant wife! " she pauses and anger takes over me. How could men be so cruel!

Anger begins to boil in the depths of my stomach and suddenly I begin to react to the cold around me. Like I've said once before, my body is very sensitive to cold, hence my current mild shivering. Madre begins to speak again and warmth slowly creeps unto my cold body and I relax and lean further into the comforting warmth around me.