Parsons Manor Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

GRAYSON I shoved the phone back in my pocket after confirming it was in fact Adeline. Lila and mother left an hour ago so I was a bit skeptical about leaving Johnny, but he would be happier to see his ‘Addie’. I shut the door behind me and went to the entrance room. A lady in a red dress stood at the centre of the room, her hair cascaded down her exposed back in bold waves. She turned and it took a long minute before my brain registered that it was Adeline.

At the Hampton estate, Penelope stood in her closet choosing a dress when the bedroom door burst open. Adeline stormed in with a stormy face and dragged her downstairs. "What are you doing, Mom?" Penelope struggled. "Are you insane?" "You're the insane one!" Adeline hissed. "The Sterling family came calling, and you're fussing over your looks? If you die later, who will care whether you were a beauty or a pile of ashes?" "Madam Sterling is here?" Penelope's smile sharpened. She thought she had the upper hand. "Shut up." Adeline looked like she wanted to slap her instead. "If you die and drag us down with you, I'll make you pay."

“Mother guide you all, and stay away from the dark ones.” “Paranoid much?” I joke with Adeline as we break from the group, but her eyes are dark with fear and worry. She’s trembling so hard, I can almost feel it. “Do not gaze upon them. Not even if they touch you. I shouldn’t have brought you.” She says the last sentence more to herself, her lips quivering.

I only knew it, the same as I'd known with the dying wolf in the woods. "Let me try," I heard myself say. The old Healer coughed from the floor, clutching his ribs. "Try? Girl, I have forty years in the craft and I couldn't hold him. You'll be dead before you reach the middle of the room." But Adeline was in the doorway now, both hands pressed white against her mouth, and her eyes were only on her son. Whatever else that woman was, the terror on her face was real. "Let her try," she whispered. "Please. Let her."

The words died in my throat when I realized it wasn't one of my scouts. Adeline stood by the heavy oak doors, her hand still resting on the latch. She wasn't wearing her usual silk dresses. Instead, she was draped in a sheer, transparent robe that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The firelight from the hearth licked at the curves of her body, casting long, honeyed shadows over skin that had been oiled to a shimmer. "What the hell are you doing in my office, Adeline?" I asked, my voice dropping into a dangerous, low register. “And in that?”

Damien sighed and left the house. **** He got back to the penthouse and decided to check on Adeline. He pushed the bedroom door open and allowed himself into the room. He found Adeline standing by the window. She was looking out with a flat expression on her face looking at nothing. She wore a long white spaghetti-strapped nightgown with a low back that revealed her skin.

"So where to next, darling?" I tapped the privacy glass. "Home, Albert,and make it snappy." Adeline clapped her hands delightedly. "You're finally taking me to your place! I was beginning to think it didn't really exist." All too soon,we arrived at the mansion and Adeline gasped softly, craning her neck to take it all in. "Cameron, it's exquisite. I had no idea..." Her voice trailed off as we rolled to a halt before the columns of the portico. I suppressed a satisfied smirk, stepping swiftly to proffer my hand and help her elegantly from the car.

I see her with her friend and she’s looking towards my area of the balcony. “This place is great. I have all of the devices set up. Let’s do this, the device flashes like a light when it’s getting a reading” I was going to leave but, now I am intrigued. Humans and their toys. They try communicating with the dead. It’s fascinating to watch. I don’t have a visual into the spirit realm but, generally, a lot of those speaking are demons not humans. I watch with Katherine as the device lights up. “Help” I hear a voice say. It sounds like one of the maids, I recognize it. Her name was Nadella. I miss that little lady; she was such a wonderful soul.

"Horrible? It was far worse. The mansion was musty and gloomy, the light coming from the rapid lightning was adding more horror. Even standing in the presence of that mansion made my heart race and a cold felt shiver ran down my spine. I continued to walk past the front door with the howling sound of wind." "The crooked door was left ajar, I pushed the door with my shivering hands and entered the spooky mansion." "Everything was silent and still, it was dark from inside however the moonlight shining through the broken windows helped me to move on. My nostrils filled up with a rotten smell. As I moved forward I saw cobwebs, layers of dust everywhere, ripped curtains, chandelier with broken st

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