Parsons Manor Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

Was he the killer? "What on earth do you want? I'll call the police!" He remained silent. The banging on the door grew weaker and came less often. When the hallway finally went dead quiet, I looked through the peephole again. Nobody was there. But the strange thing was that I hadn't heard the elevator at all. Where did he go? The resident in 401 started dropping messages in the group chat. Maybe the fake officer had caused too much of a stir. "What's going on upstairs with all that door-pounding? How's anyone supposed to sleep?

I called but she didn't reply. Frowning, I stood up. Did something happen to her? Oh my God, she slumped? Aiden why are you being dramatic? I just have to check and… Ah, goodness gracious! Holy Moly! I quickly shut the door when Adeline screamed out. She didn't slump or anything, just a naked little girl checking out herself in the mirror! Jesus, I should have knocked. Can I ever get this image off my head? Two round boobs and nipples poking out.

It was probably nothing, he thought **. Adams led Ichabod to a small house close to the market’s street. They had parked Simon’s car somewhere close, so they had to trek. It was already getting dark and only few houses around had electricity. Ichabod followed, wondering whom they were about to meet. Was she a sort of witch or a demon? He couldn’t say, yet his curiosity got the better part of him. As they got to the balcony of the house, Adams pushed the door opened and they were enveloped by the blackness of the interior. Ichabod could perceive the scent of dried herbs mixed with chemicals.

I thought it was only reasonable when they got their punishment when they were alive. But these newfound feelings for this mortal, mystifies me, what was happening to me, father? ************* Adeline pov~ My eyes fluttered lazily at the sound, coming from my door. I closed my eyes again and buried my head into the fluffy pillow. I felt like I was floating in the water, so relaxed, heavenly, and mesmerized. "Mr. Sandros, Mr. Jedrick asked me to escort you to him." a lady knocked at my door. I sunk further into my bed and made myself comfortable.

"Then why are you acting like that. You look so suspicious." "No i'm not. This is still me. I'm not trying to hide something from you or anything. You are just paranoid." She defended, but praying hard in the inside. "Oka---" Dan wasn't able to finish your sentence when she heard a woman coming from the backyard. "What kind of shit is this?" The woman's voice sounds irritated. Adeline eyes widened upon hearing natasha's voice. *Shit why is she outside?* "Who's that. Did not know you have a visitor." .

Adeline refused to answer my calls and texts, I sure know how she feels about not wanting to see me, I just pray I'm not too late. Rushing into the Mansion No staff greeted me, I had texted them earlier to give the place privacy. Up the curved staircase, past framed black-and-white photographs of city skylines and forgotten family portraits, I moved with purpose toward the master suite. The door was ajar. Inside, Adeline sat on the edge of the bed, still in the charcoal blazer and silk blouse she’d worn to the office that morning. Her knees were drawn together, phone cradled in both hands like something fragile and poisonous. The screen glowed against her face, illuminating the tracks of dri

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.

she asked, trying to keep her composure, glancing back at Adam, who had grown quiet, sensing the tension. Adeline stood in the doorway, watching as Zarek’s silhouette receded into the distance. Her heart raced with uncertainty. She turned back to Adam, who was still perched on the edge of the couch, curiosity etched on his face. Just then, Zarek’s footsteps returned, and the door swung open again. Adeline barely had time to react before he stepped inside, his presence filling the room with an unsettling air. The moment he caught sight of Adam, a predatory gleam flickered in his eyes, transforming his charming demeanor into something far more sinister.

She quickly swatted his hand away before it could slip into her panties. “Babe–” “I'm tired, Marky. Please, not now,” she pleaded. Marky simply sighed, forcing himself to be understanding. When the car slowly came to a stop in front of the tall, black gate, it opened automatically. The car entered the mansion's spacious driveway. And there, Adeline froze. The Fraser mansion. A stunning structure with modern architecture, surrounded by large glass panels and tall pillars. But in Adeline's eyes tonight, that house was no longer a simple symbol of wealth and luxury. It was the home of Dr. Matthew Fraser.

He rose from his bed and retrieved his cloak from the rack. "I think I will go with the soul," he told her. "Where is it residing, anyway?" "The Allard Manor, in the city of Los Angeles." •‡•‡•‡• The Allard Manor was no longer in its superior state; it had been abandoned, unkempt, and on a fast track to becoming dilapidated. Most doors were hanging off their hinges, the windows cracked or broken, the ceiling coated in cobwebs, and the wooden floors soft and yielding, to the point where Thisbe's foot had snapped a stairway floorboard in half.