Ken Norman Mansion の小説・ストーリー

Yet still, there he was, pulling up in front of the Manson mansion once more. This time, however, figuring he could avoid Samantha if she didn't come through the front door, he circled the property, figuring there must be another driveway nearby. And, indeed, there was. However, it was along that path that Morgan realized how much the Manson mansion was, in fact, decaying. There had been hints of this at the party the day before, of course, but now he realized that the Mansons had obviously gone into an extra debt to be able to mow the lawn in the garden and clean up the area where the guests would be staying. There, in the back, where no one could see, the grass was tall as a wheat field an

They followed different CCTV recordings and not iced the same guy boarding an ambulance. “We have an advantage,” he declared. “We can look up the ambulance number and ask the driver where he left it.” he added. However, Mason was lost in his thoughts, he asked abruptly. “What was she doing here at the hospital?”, which also caught Ronam's attention. There were myriad reasons for her question, but it was best to avoid assuming the worst for now or until such time as they had a lead on her location. Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the city, away from the crowded city and polluted air, there was a mansion, in the center of the dense forest. The mansion was built with every corner representing it

Besides, who consumes that much salt! Soon enough, everyone thanks madre for the food. ~yeah... I am still so not doing that. As usual, we form our lines and we keep moving. ~wow, I've never been to this side of the mansion. We keep a horrible walk till we finally approach another gigantic shut door. The doors are pushed open and my jaw drops in disbelief.~ wow. This isn't real!!

"Anyway, it's just a massage until you want it to be something more." Despite her better judgment, Emma agreed. What could it hurt? Jen turned the car down a narrow, dirt road that eventually widened into a concrete drive. The drive dead ended in a circle in front of a huge mansion. The building was clearly old, the architecture that of the early 19th century, or possibly even earlier. Her photographer's eye stared at the classic lines and intricate detail of the building, imagining the kind of photos she could capture at a place like this. She could fill a whole book with this kind of beauty.

In our circle, she's always the most timorous and I bet she's just forcing her fear and trying to be normal here. "About what?" I asked, "Why is this old mansion still have electric while the gate was obviously rotten down." She curiously asked. I stopped for a bit and looked outside the window. It's already Evening and I only see peached black around the forest. "Maybe Driana is right that the mayor intended to turn this mansion into a private hotel. But I also astonied why they don't warned us, they just let us passed and go there." I sighed heavily. We already done cleaning the kitchen, Nadj and I immediately locked every door and cover the window with curtains.