A raindrop trickling down the window sill, the curtains still as statues. The lightning roaring like a lion about to attack its prey, the thunder waiting to hug its next victim. The sky black as ink, clouds like poisoned marshmallows.
The river dancing with glee, anxious to devour its next guest. The grass full of blades, waiting to prick the next sleeping beauty. The hollow tree waving its hands frantically in anticipation of embracing new, innocent petals, the fog as heavy as metal chains. In the middle of this devastating scenery stood one tall, towering mansion, lit with candles. The red brick mansion with its strange carvings was nothing short of a Nancy Drew mystery.
A distinguished scream added a crimson color to the dark, stormy night.
10 years later
The air seemed cold, refreshing and rather sweet on the fine spring morning.
"Oh god, I remember this place," a British accent echoed.
A mansion embroidered in vines lay like a rusty old carpet. The chandelier which once used to shine line a million diamonds broken into several pieces. The windows that once welcomed butterflies into the house now nothing but shattered glass.
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A young woman, the owner of the accent, stepped in, unaware of what lay ahead. Suddenly, a deafening crash came from deep within the mansion. Suddenly, all went dark in front of the woman's eyes.
A young girl standing frightened, clinging onto a ragged old teddy bear, constant tears flowing down her pasty skin.
The woman bent down, ripping her blue jeans, strongly gripping her head, letting a painful cry out. Seconds later, she opened her emerald green eyes to a new face. The stranger had striking grey eyes and curly golden locks to accompany them.
“I'm Liam… well, William. Umm... are you okay? I'm so, so sorry, I didn't mean to… I’m really clumsy... and I-I-I dropped some boxes… oh!”
He helped her up and she replied with a faint smile. “Thank you, William. I am alright.”
Liam awkwardly moved back and began to pick his cuticles “Well, ummm… you must be Katherine. My dad's the grounds keeper, I will go grab him now…”
He walked towards the exit, quietly mumbling to himself. Katherine noticed some boxes placed near the carpeted stairs and moved towards them. As she picked up the top box, all the things came out of the bottom part of the carton. They were old dresses but what really caught her attention was a parchment letter. The letter had a few drops of what seemed like blood and was addressed to a ‘Miss Rosalinda Edwards’. Katherine was more than familiar with that name. She picked up the letter and as she was about to open it, she heard a loud voice.
“Right this way, right this way.”