Todos os capítulos de The Wrong Dark House!: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Winter had come and gone, the winds were cool now. Breezy days had come again just like every other year. Mermaid street looked beautiful as ever and winds crept around the streets like a ghost, it made the windows slam against its frames. The sun was in the sky behind clouds, but one could still feel its impact on the skin, the mixture of the sun and the cool winds made the air feel fresh and accommodating to the skin. People could boldly leave their homes for a walk or a stroll, they could also go to beach and the parks. There would be few times when it would rain a little but it was way better than snow.********** It was another beautiful morning in May and just like every other day in the mansion, William was the first to wake up. He would get up from his side of the bed at 6:00 am, he would go to the bathroom to brush his teeth and freshen up his face, then he would take off his pajamas and put on a shirt and a pair of joggers, he would throw on a navy blue sweat shirt with a

It was free entry for all to enter the gallery, the Johnsons strolled into the reception of the building excitedly yet gracefully. As soon as they walked in they knew that they had stepped into another world— a world of beauty. The air felt different and the environment was welcoming! "Before we go in, we need to switch off our phones or put it on silent, so as not distract the others!" Amelia advised her family with a hushed tone. "Oh yeah!" Viola replied, others nodded. Immediately they brought out their phones and switched them off. "Hello! Welcome to Rye Art Gallery. My name is Lila, I'll be your docent or your guide for today". A lady stood in front of them with a smile. "This way please!" She gestured them in. It was a tall lady dressed in official clothes— she was a little chubby, her hair was all rolled up into a well rounded bun, she wore a white shortsleeved shirt on blue high waisted trousers, her legs were perfectly balanced inside a pair of black heels. She wasn't a

"William, let's take her up to the room and lay her on the bed!" Amelia said with a panicky voice. "Yeah!" William responded with a sniff. He raised Olivia from the smooth floor and carried her in his arms. "She's still out cold!" Monica whispered. "Come on, come on kids! Let's get you upstairs to your rooms!" Grandpa guided the kids up the stairs.They followed behind William and Grandpa walked behind the kids. "There must be some way out of this!" Joe exclaimed with concern in his voice. "Hey! We'll get through this ok? All of us!" Viola encouraged her family and hugged Joe. "Why don't we go join them upstairs?" Uncle Millie suggested. "Yeah let's go!" They agreed.One by one, two by two they climbed up the stairs and soon the large hall was empty. They continued their journey through a long passage with dim lights, the passage led to each of their rooms— each room had a red door and Olivia's room was at the end of the passage. There were candelabras on both sides of the wal

They were all seated in the living room that morning, they could see from the windows that the weather was dull and wet but there was a little ray of sunshine in the clouds. The night before was hell for the family, they had experienced something they'd never even dreamt about. They had lost a family member; and though he was old, he didn't die a peaceful death and this pained Amelia greatly, she had always wanted that for her Father. Well at least he got to live a peaceful life, and he saw his grandkids which he had come to love very much. William was so worried about how he would get his family out of this nightmare, at this time he wished he was hallucinating; unfortunately, he wasn't! This was as real as it could be and everyone knew it! "I can recall your father telling me about his past a few times, he had lovely memories that he was greatly fond of and whenever he told the stories, he always had a smile on his face. But there was just one story he would tell with all seriousn

It had been a week since the Crimson Moon appeared in the sky. A week ago Grandpa died and the mansion had trapped the Johnsons indoors, the dark secret of the Johnson family had been exposed— Late Mrs Alberta's ghost wanted revenge on her husband whom she thought had killed her years ago, every fifty years since her death, she would come to haunt the mansion she was trapped in. This is why the house was never open to visitors; the secret had to be kept a secret from all who would come to acquire knowledge of the old house. They had to keep the Johnson legacy unblemished and every family member had been able to do so for many decades— although most of them had only believed the story of Alberta's ghost to be just a myth, some even laughed at the word ghost. Only the few persons who had seen Alberta's ghost in the dark house believed and some of them lost their sanity in the process. The ones who survived the attacks never wanted anything to do with the house.********It was July in