The Mansion {Madres Mansion}

Author: Aider Kwin

Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 887 | Released on: 13/05/2021

ater, but the smell that fills my nose makes it well known that this is not

equally heavy eyes. My vision is at firs

t so white. Rumpled and unsettled on my laps. I feel my

stained many injuries, I know what bloo

are welcomed by darkness but as soon as they adjust to the

inant theme of this room currently is darkness. I lift my head and I am almost bl

the ones you see in prisons. Am I in jail!?. What did I do!?. I look to my r

om is painted pink. And... Is..

ory 'Mommy's House' by z0mbies I read this story some days back

ng. What on earth is going on!?. I struggle with the chair taking care not to alert anyone around

ear begins to hold every single sense in

earlier this night. Maybe... just

slowly one would doubt a person is responsible for its movement. Anyways, I am ready to lash out at Harry once he Steps through that door.

. I practically chock on my thoughts!? ~ yeah. I choked on my Thoughts, not words!

ng robe at that. So long it follows him, her, it... Whatever this is, on the floor behind and around it. It has a hood that

me, seem so dark and distant as though the use

want to scream but every single muscle in your body seems dead and fear has the upper h

s creature cuts the ropes holding me bound to my seat. Should I

or smirking. So much confidence! It discharges

kids from the story 'Mommy's House' I read,

gracefully walks out of the room. Qui

reepy room and I don't even kno

ing behind this drops....a

w me on a journey of how my life went from a cute d

SION, where every

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“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 is made with the tarred road. Creating the only sound the night breeze brings to my ears. Asides from my sobs and the distant barks of the neighborhood dogs. My third sense is suddenly 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 to 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 a 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 loudspeakers. I'm close to civilization!. I keep running frantically. One of my pumps is gone. Soon I see a club insight 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. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°¢°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Tales of missing children are considered a fallacy till teenage Sonia goes missing... Follow Sonia on her desperate quest to break free... And bring the truth to light”