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She decided to not pay attention to him all evening and just chill. The party was awesome in more ways than one, besides the activities and dancing Cleo actually felt knackered and wanted to call it an evening. She only had a glass of wine, ginger ale, and a couple of mocktails. She was looking around for her best friends Jane and Brendan when she returned to the VIP section after dancing around at the non VIP section of the club but her eyes landed where they shouldn't have. There was a passage way that led somewhere, she didn't know where because she had seen both her friends walk out of the same area a tad bit too high or tipsy. She was on her phone for a while researching the club she wa

No harm done. Olivia opened the book, but she didn’t understand it. Her hands shook while the book glowed with a ghoulish amethyst light. She dropped it and moved away when smoke spiraled from it. At the same time, Olivia heard an eerie cackle and saw the vision of a tall elegant woman dressed in a black gown. The little girl stared open-mouthed at the lady with crimson, lilac hair and yellow horns protruding from her head. Olivia’s body trembled.

I shove the journal under my pillow, grab my phone, and crack the door open just enough to peek into the dimly lit hallway. The Vanderwilson mansion has always had a certain... ambiance. During the day, it’s all polished wood and ornate chandeliers. At night, though, it transforms into a gothic nightmare—shadows stretch long, and every creak of the floorboards sounds like a scream. I hadn’t noticed how creepy it was at night. This almost reminds me of that night I went to get a glass of water and I bumped into Luis in the kitchen. That kiss… I shake my head as I tiptoe down the hall, my bare feet making no sound against the cold marble. My goal is the small library on the east wing, a place

Chapter 93 – The Black Veil The black blood seeped from the walls like a wound that refused to heal. It pooled on the floor, spreading outward in unnatural patterns that seemed alive, pulsing faintly as if it were breathing. Each droplet shimmered with an eerie darkness, reflecting not light but shadow—a void within a void. The air grew heavier, pressing down on them like a storm cloud refusing to break. Whispers began to echo through the chamber, fragmented sentences that slithered into their minds uninvited.

There were modern mansions on the way; that was why I never expected to end up looking at what Jessy mentioned ‘Addams family mansion. The gothic mansion was like an apparition, standing proudly at the opening of a lonely wood where trees waved their thick leaves. The bright blue and perfect sky reflected the luscious green colors of the woods, emphasizing the beauty and classicism of the mansion, and even with the car windows closed, I could taste earthy air. Suddenly, I was afraid to live here, thinking of hundreds of possible scenarios of losing my children in the ghostly-looking woods.

Keeping my phone held high, I crept closer to the front door. Old-fashioned lanterns dangled from poles alongside the towering hedges. Although the still air and oppressive grey sky were making me uneasy in their own way, I was glad that the storm had finally passed. Creeping along here with wind ripping through the leaves and rain thundering down would have made the Gothic setting even more unsettling. Not that I spooked easily, I chastised myself, but still – it was undeniably eerie.

I breathed in deeply, his scent was gone as well. I'm left with an undying thirst for his blood, his ghost grip around my neck and a curious twin sister who I had no explanation to give. All of what was happening to me right now, felt like what was drawn out of a smutty horror movie. My heart drummed faster, mirroring my heightened breath. It's thumping, pulsing in my heart in my ears in a creepy rhythm.

Evelyn’s scream, unfiltered, enraged, extinguished like a flame, drives me down the staircase, my boots pounding the aged floor. My inflamed hand aches, Idle at my side, yet Father’s dagger jangles against my hip, a pulse of steel driving me forward. The hall stretches wide and vacant as I come to a halt, the torchlight dancing across the stone, the air dense with pine and something more intense, perhaps fear, or anger. A broken glass sparkles in Evelyn's regular place by the hearth, sharp fragments reflecting the light, with water gathering like blood. My breath catches, fear surging intensely in my chest. She was present, yelling, then vanished.

The parchment felt comforting beneath my fingers, grounding me in something tangible while the shadows outside the windows seemed to pulse and stretch, threatening to reach inside. The room itself was older than I could have imagined. Gothic arches rose overhead, carved with faint runes that shimmered as if alive. The windows were tall and narrow, letting in slivers of moonlight still lingering from dawn. The air smelled faintly of candle wax, parchment, and a whisper of something… metallic. Something alive. I ignored it, setting my jaw and trying to focus on the task at hand.

“A gothic manor in a murder forest. If something with antlers and glowing eyes eats us, I just want it on record that I object.” His hand lingered at my waist as I slid off his lap, fingers warm and possessive without claiming. “Nothing here will harm you,” he said. Then, softer. “Unless you invite it.” The hatch opened. Cold air poured in—damp earth, moss, metal. Lightning air. The kind that prickled at my skin and made the gold beneath it stir, restless. The manor revealed itself slowly, like it knew anticipation mattered. Grey stone. Arched windows. Ivy crawling across walls carved with symbols I didn’t consciously recognize—yet something in my bones did. The moment my boots touched the g