The Mansion {Madres Mansion}

Chapter 5 Good Morning

Word Count: 1062 | Released on: 13/05/2021

forehead head had begun to produce sweat at an unbeli

a screeching sound... All of a sudden, a rat dashes towards me causi

my arms in all directions as I hop from leg to leg. I jump on the bed s

begin to hurt from me sitting on them. I draw my kn

arents have any idea where I am or last was?, am I going to die here? what h

w at me, I sure know This Mans

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eyes only to find my Beautiful mother sitting

ect pink room. I see my dear stuffed bunny the same one my best friend got me before she returned to Par

at me and looking at me with her big dreamy eyes. As we climb dow

lready at the table. All discussing and laughing merrily. Mom

nsion was just a dream,

" my mother asks and my heart

different and unfortunately famil

e black hooded, red-eyed white witch from last

lar to those creatures from the mansion. I look over at my

like my brothers and father had transformed into a creature. He suddenly reaches for the covered pl

and blood-stained head. The same child from l

to laugh evilly. My head begins to spin as I begin to hear little Charles's voice screaming for

eyes are forced open. My hands-on my head. I look around me and only

ion from the rat last night. I didn't realize when I lai

om last night on my arm. It's even more hideous than I remembe

my eyes. What is worst? My family becoming this

Smith!.. I am not a weakling! Today is a new day, and a fre

ess the room in which I slept. It's not a big room, but it

sty bars like those of a prison cell and right outside it lays a bush... A thick b

e could have easily come in h

on the other side of the room which

f the room not too far from the door. Gazing at me from under its demonic hood. For how

hing slowly begins to walk towards me. Oh, fuck shit!!.. Did thi

ds me till the space between us

when its cold fingers sudd

hard, o

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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”