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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 · Seram
Peringkat tidak cukup
103 Chs

A Year

More months had passed, more nightmares been had, nostalgia had become a part of me, hair's grown thinner and longer, nails dirtier and stronger, soul broken and darker, liking for Desmond stronger and hope to leave this place deteriorating.

I feel something drop on my face causing my face to move a little. Something drops again and my eyes twitches. Then comes another drop, and another and another, in irritation and disgust, I pull my fingers over the wet areas on my face as I lazily pull my eyes open.

Sleep vanishes from my eyes and they are shot open in wild alert when I see a bowl right above my head. I sit up only to find Madre smiling eerily at me.

I stare closely at the bowl and I see a drop of red liquid escape the buttom of the bowl and land on the sheets of my bed creating a small red circle. I stare at my fingers and see they're smudged with....blood!?.

I take the sheets of the bed and aggressively rub it against my face and the white fabric turns pink.