Shadows Over Ashwood
to Ashwood Manor. Lena peered out the window of the car, excitement bubbling within her chest as they n
y here?" Chloe exclaimed, her
old mansion stood like a sentinel, its weathered façade bathed in the dying light of day. D
plied, her heart fluttering with a
uds of dust billowing into the air. The trees that lined the driveway seemed
entrance to Ashwood Manor. The gates creaked ominously as the
oward the sky like skeletal fingers. Ivy crawled up its walls,
ex, his voice bare
ndeur of the mansion was breathtaking, yet there was something undeniably eerie abo
th faded tapestries and antique furniture. Dust motes danced in the sunlight tha
, the air thick with the weight of centuries-old memories. She glance
," breathed Sarah, her
foyer. Despite the grandeur of their surroundings, there was an u
eling that they were being watched. Shadows seemed to lu
oom revealing a glimpse into the past. They discovered forgotten ballrooms adorned wi
unease settled over Lena like a suffocating blanket. The once vibrant atmosphere grew heav
e feeling that they were not alone. She glanced around the room,
pered Chloe, her voic
aint whisper echoed through the ro
replied, her voice b
darkness. Lena's heart hammered in her chest as a cold chill wa
, and the lights flickered back to life. Lena's friends
ex, his voice barely audible ab
darkness that lurked within the walls of Ashwood Manor. And as they huddled together in the fl
ement that had fueled their arrival at Ashwood Manor had evaporated, replaced by an unease that clung to their skin like cold sweat
hlights," Lena suggested, her voice steady despite the flut
up, they agreed to meet back in the parlor in fifteen minutes. Lena and Chloe ventured to
rom a rack above an island, their surfaces dulled by years of disuse. As Lena rummaged through drawers, she fou
tick holder she'd found on a dusty shelf. It was tarnished but beauti
candles in the holder. Lighting it, the flickering flame cast danci
d their footsteps echoing off the stone floors. They passed through the dining hall, a grand
oo deliberate to be one of their friends. Lena and Chloe exchanged a look, the sam
?" Chloe asked, he
ted her stomach. Together, they ascended the grand staircase
, replaced by a silence so dense it felt like a physical barrier. Then, a d
Chloe followed closely behind, her breath shallow. As they reached the door, Lena pushed
her breath in the air. Then, from the corner of the room, a soft whisper
ave
a shiver down Lena's spine. She looked at Ch
rmured, her voice trembli
ut. They were intruders in a world that didn't want them
lowing them out the door. As they hurried down the hallway, the
avy with the weight of unseen eyes. They didn't stop until they reached the safety of the parlor,
of the haunted mansion adventure had darkened, replaced by a realization of the gravity of the
, seeking safety in numbers. They lit more candles, the flickering flames
" Lena said, her voice firm. "There's somethi
niting them in purpose. They would delve into the history of Ashwood Manor,
s remained veiled, waiting in the silence for the right moment to reveal itself. And outside, the wind howled,
ncing shadows across the walls, their movement suggestive of lurking figures waiting just beyond the light's reach. Despite their resolve to uncover
ies curled up on the antique sofas and floor, seeking comfort in the proximity to one another. Lena, however, fo
ool of light around her. She moved towards the window, peering out into the night. The moon hung low in the sky, its silver light f
rawn to the room, a sense of unresolved mystery pulling her towards it. As she entered, the cold hit her once more, wrapping around her lik
someone had left in a hurry and never returned. Curiosity piqued, she approached the desk
discovered it belonged to Eleanor Ashwood, the woman whose portrait had unnerved her earlier. The entries wer
occurrences within the mansion, of whispers in the dark, and shadows that moved of
brought upon the mansion by her own actions, though she remained vague on the details. She wrote of her attemp
as too strong to be mere coincidence. It seemed the spirit that haunted Ashwood Manor was none other th
nal clutched tightly in her hand. As she entered, the flickering candlelight cast an eerie glow
nd themselves from the grip of Ashwood Manor. But as she looked around at her f
dwelled within it. And as the first light of dawn began to creep through the windows, Lena understood that their ordeal was far from ov
solve steel within her. They would face the horrors of Ashwood Manor together, armed with the
s alive, aware of their intentions, and that it would not relinquish its grip on them
Billionaires
Romance
Modern
Romance
Short stories
Romance