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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 · Terror
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Who Is She?

Third person narrative...

Sonia just found a table on which Desmond kept his latest drawings. She had been staring at a drawing which unknown to her is a drawing Desmond made of her own eyes, when the papers in her hands fall to the ground.

She sees part of another drawing. She only sees the girls wild curly hair and the girls eye brows. She stoops to pick up the drawing when Desmond walks in at the nick of time and quickly draw the paper out of her reach.

"What?... "She questions in confussion as she stands to look at Desmond.

"What is that? " she questions in suspicion after studying Desmonds uneasy look.

"Nothing! " Desmond replies shraply as he prays deep down she doesn't struggle to see it as that would result in him tearing the picture.

Of course Desmond won't let Sonia see the drawing he made of her as that would reveal the fact that he had been thinking of her so much so, he could make a perfect drawing of her off heart and without her being there.