Novel & Cerita Haunting Of Adeline Series

" Adeline shouted and tried to stand, but her knees shook with a strange intensity. She fell back. "Watch how you deteriorate slowly. The wound on your back will speed up the action, and that wound will start spreading till you die in three hours. No one is coming to save you anyways. See you in hell." Poe waved, walking out of the basement. "Poe!!!!!" Adeline screamed helplessly on the ground as the door closed.

Had he told me all that now, I would’ve come to a very different conclusion. The library felt unusually crowded, like all the Blotters were surrounding me and just as upset as I was. And they were. Using the apps on both the tablet and my phone, they explained the origins of those thuds. Sit tight. I know I did. Turned out the infamous Haunters had been to the Manor twice. Once for their first season, and then again for their hundredth episode, on season five. Apparently, they hadn’t come alone on their last visit. Along with all the production crew and sycophants, Brandon Price had brought a dark attachment he’d picked up at some other location they’d investigated. And while shooting at the

Ximena/Angela’s POV Aunt Sadie remained silent until Penelope had finished with Raven and put her to sleep. “I don’t know why, but I feel the need to help Hudson get out of there. Something tells me that if he doesn’t get out soon, something terrible might happen. Remember how Mila ended up,” Aunt Sadie explained after Penelope left. “Do you think Adeline’s ghost is involved?” I asked awkwardly. “I don’t believe in ghosts or resurrection. Adeline is gone, but her conspirators are still alive,” she said firmly, as if she knew exactly who was behind everything.

And strangely, I didn’t feel any attraction towards her. I wasn’t sure if it had faded over time since it was a stupid infatuation or if was it replaced by someone more…important? I walked out of the manor and found the ‘more important.’ Adeline stood before the birds with a bowl of grain in her hand, and she fed them. The birds seemed to be flocking around her as if she was snow white. Her lips moved as she looked at one of them. Was she talking to them? I moved closer to listen in.

My heart stopped as I hit a hard moving surface. “Stay away from her! She’s perfectly lucid!” Relief washed over me as I registered the voice. I turned to see Rade. “The Kids are at the Hollen Mansion. The house was empty, Adeline took some valuables, and left. The police are looking for her and them?” He glanced at the nurses. “She hit a nurse and—“ “I’m sorry, I am so sorry,” I said, leaning against Rade. “It’s just… I… my kids and husband. I have no right to do that, I am so sorry,” I swallowed the sob in my throat, “I would never hurt anyone.”

“Adeline, come on!” Warm liquid seeps through Adeline’s clothes, and into the ground. I make quick work to press my hands as firmly as I can to the two holes in her body. The crimson liquid coats my arms in a matter of seconds, as the life drains out of her. “No, no, no. Please, say something Adie.” But Adeline stays still no matter how much I shake her. My vision blurs as my tears overflow, falling to Adeline’s cheeks, and that’s when I finally notice her eyes… lifeless and dull.

She put the phone and the handbag on the seat beside her and started driving. ***** Adeline was in the kitchen cooking. She was wearing singlet and used head bunt. She was living a normal life and happy with it. “Can it be Prey that called me few minutes ago that is knocking at the door?” She asked herself as she was hearing knocks at the door. She left the kitchen and going to check. “Hold on, I’m here” she muttered as she got down to the living room. She went to the door and opened it gently.

“It’s open. Trusting. The kind of face that’s never learned to lie.” Each detail matched what I’d seen in my visions, confirming I wasn’t entirely lost to delusion. I could see her now—this Adeline—floating through the halls above me in a dress that caught the light, her golden hair bouncing as she laughed at something Carlisle said. I could see her standing where I once stood, in the grand entryway with its vaulted ceiling and portraits of Brocandale ancestors watching with those same cold, judging eyes. “And her voice?” I pressed, unable to stop myself. “What does she sound like?”

After a few more moments of quietly searching the room for anything else of value or importance, Adeline decided that they headed to the second floor of the mansion. Upon reaching the second floor, Adeline pushed open the door to her old room. The room was exactly as she had left it. Even her bed, which she had made, was still perfect. The lantern beside her bed was still lit, as if it had been waiting for her all this time.

I asked. “Mind your fucking business.” Gladstone said. “It is my business. Since I’m probably about to die for it.” I said. Gladstone looked at the Mayor but neither of them said anything. “We’re not going to kill you.” Adams said. “Oh. So, you’re going to leave the dirty work to whatever vampire you’re trying to call? You do realize that they’re probably sleeping, that’s why they’re not answering the phone.” I said. “I didn’t ask for your fucking opinion!” Adams yelled.