Novel & Cerita Jared Leto Haunted Mansion

So today I had told him to go down to their post area and ruffle them up , ask them to get me the total amount of money and then report back to me. However , Jared had received a disturbing call from Kevin - who had called my office phone back at the mansion. I can still hear the fear and torment in his voice , although , I can not put my finger on everything that I had heard on the call. His screams and cries still ring in my brain.

****** {If you hate gruesome reads; I advise you not to read till you encounter the '🌼' emoji} *Back At The Mansion*. "You betrayed me! "Madre growls at the trembling Rachel. "Ma. Ma. Mader... I swear I didn't... I... I locked them up in the snake valley and was coming to call the Fratello's. I... I don't know how... How they got out. "Rachel tries to explain as she wipes the rivers of sweat her forehead is producing. "You think I'm a fool!? You used snake valley as a distraction for the Fratello's so your friends could escape when the Fratello's went to check the cause of the noise! "Mader screams.

“Abandoned mansion outside the city. Used to belong to the Rocchettis. It’s been empty for years. But heat signatures show movement.” Dante grabs his jacket. “We’re going.” “I’m coming too,” I say instantly. He gives me a look. “It could be dangerous.” “She’s my daughter. I’m not sitting this out.” Leo tosses me a burner phone. “We leave in five.” I grip Dante’s hand as we run to the elevator. The city screams past us in a blur of lights and noise. My heart racing. My fingers won’t stop trembling. When we arrive, the mansion looms like something from a nightmare.

They were dead in that tunnel if that man wanted has the intention to kill them. "Let's get back to the mansion!" They heard Jared say. Then he tossed a key for the chain and released Ellisa. "Can you stand?" Levius asked. Ellisa nodded but as soon as she tried to she felt dizzy. Good thing Levius was at his side and caught her. "I'll carry you. Let's rest when we get home." At the mansion, while Ellisa and Rossie rest in their rooms, Jared and Levius was at the dining table, drinking some alcohol to ease their pride for being a damn failure. Their women could have died and they wouldn't even know.

Lucky there’s nothing deep needing stitches. In my grieving and broken state, I begin to feel faint. I let myself go and pass out. Opening my eyes I feel myself transported into another realm. Standing in front of me is my grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property which I dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place said to belong to my ancestors from centuries ago. A place that continues to haunt my dreams since a child. Something about this place calls to my soul, it pulls me and begs me to return. The house stands in the Normandy countryside. She feels it in the wind and air, she feels it in the depths of the earth, it’s as if a spirit like a piece of me is locke

I watched her for a moment, the way her hands shook, the way she was willing to walk back. But, with an assurance. It was that same loyalty that had made me fall for her so damn badly and the same loyalty that was currently destroying us. “Fine, try to stay out of trouble.” I murmured, swerving the car into a sharp turn toward the outskirts of the city. The Petunia Mansion, the place of blood and gore. Also rumored to be haunted by the endless people who died in it. Surrounded by acres of black iron fencing and guards who were definitely soldiers, trained ruthless to be the part of Viper’s strongest Unit.

It was even prettier on the inside than it was on the outside. The mansion was painted bronze and it had large pillars that held the front shade high. There was a small garden and a swimming pool on the left. The atmosphere in the place was deathly calm. I knew it had to expect since he supposedly lived alone. But it still sends chills down my spine for no valid reason at all. “Why are you standing here? Let’s go in!” Jared said as he pulled out his gun and I breathed a sigh of frustration at the fact that still brought that thing even though I had told him before we left home to leave it where it belonged, in the basement.

Leon scoffed coldly, finally pulling back his murderous aura. Looking at the scene, Ava and the others were dumbfounded. They could not believe their eyes. Jared was the second son of the Wests. He was someone incredibly notable, not even taking a step back in front of Jenson Wick at all, even managing to pull one over Jenson. Yet, after finding out who Leon was, Jared had actually broken an arm and knelt down to apologize. What was happening?

Jarred rolled by, slowing along Bassler Road’s shoulder. He parked the Ram. And when he glanced over his shoulder and looked out the back, a shiver of unease rippled down his back at what he glimpsed through the trees. Bassler House. Old Bassler House, out in its unused cornfield, where it’d been rotting for decades. Clifton Heights’ own spook house, also a rumored party spot for the varsity football team. Jarred didn’t believe in haunted houses so its gothic, shadowed image, seen through night-shrouded trees didn’t bother him at all. It was just an old house. A more practical worry nagged him.

I was two hours late. God! He was already grumpy as it was, and me breaking his rule didn't make anything better. I fumbled for my phone. Five missed calls. All from the house line. "I gotta go," I told Lexi. "You want me to come with you?I can send you home,you know?" "No. He’ll probably just give me another icy monologue and vanish into the shadows." I hugged her quickly and ran out, my heels clicking on the pavement. In just a few minutes I arrived at the mansion.The mansion looked eerie in the moonlight. Too quiet. Too still.