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The Mansion {Madres Mansion}

Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 782    |    Released on: 13/05/2021

anging words, it wraps its bony and cold fingers around my left upper arm and pulls me towar

silence and

put an end to this madness if this is his handwork. Of course, it is! Who else w

corridor is a bit dark but I keep following this creature as it

th dried leaves all over and windows on both sides. Well since I left that room.. cell... prison... Whatever

?. I don't even know where I am and for all I

his hallway that feels to be kilometers long. My dress is a tot

my hands to cover my mouth. Only then do I feel the blood on my lips.

so long!?. It's been only a few minutes and my throat feels like it's a

we approach a fleet of stairs. A fleet so long it

wrong going about things this way. He is only making matter

causing me to suddenly stop in my tracks and this sudden interruption in the crea

I ask the creature in an unsure v

y begins to pull my hand trying to resume mov

this time with much more autho

. It doesn't speak but bores holes into me with its eye's and I hear an abdominal growl. Its g

enough to ge

stantly replac

now how much more you

he back of this creature's black hood. I

eating me up and focus on the sounds of

teps and after about three more minut

building looks like an old,

t, well I

lly charged, ready to discharge on Harry as soo

is the least of my problems. This is the point where I reali

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The Mansion {Madres Mansion}
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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”