Raymond Ablack Haunting Of Bly Manor Novels & Stories

“Ember, please. You know I can’t do this without you.” And then...he was gone. A hand wrapped around his neck and yanked him back so hard his feet slipped. Kole hit the wall with a loud thud and choked. I gasped. There was a man standing between us, dressed all in black, black button-up rolled at the sleeves, black slacks. His hair was tied in a tight bun. His hand was still fisted in Kole’s collar. “She said to fucking let her go,” he said, low and hard.

“I don’t love him.” “Yet,” the woman replied, a smirk tugging at her lips. “But you will. And when you do, it’ll be the death of you.” Before Evelyn could speak, the woman vanished into the corridor’s shadows—no footsteps, no sound. As if she’d never been there. She was beginning to understand what people meant when they called Blackthorn Hall cursed. By the time Evelyn returned to her chambers, soaked to the skin from the walk through a leaking corridor, the storm outside had turned vicious. Thunder cracked like the heavens were splitting apart.

He saw the dead bodies of the men that followed Raymond to run away. They all had their heads cut off from their bodies. Only Raymond's body was missing. He then looked up towards the trees near the building. He saw on top the tree was a figure standing on the tallest tree branch. The figure had a sword behind it's back, a strange mask on it's face and bloodshot eyes. It stared down at the butler who smiled, flashing out his thin snake-like fangs. "Bleach," the butler muttered. "The artifact," he whispered, looking down at the Butcher's hands that held a huge brown coffin.

“You’ll fucking pay for all your sins, Hayley. I do not care if I have to chase you to the depths of hell to make sure you get what’s coming to you.” When he turns to leave, Hayley calls after him; “Where do you think you’re going? Can’t you see that it’s too late?” “Oh my God. Guys…” Vanessa gasps, her horrified gaze fixed on something behind our backs. “Behind you.” Mason and I turn in the direction of the threat. My breath seizes in my throat when I find a raggedly, dirty looking Halloway standing just at the edge of the shadows. She looks like a creepy, horror movie doll come to life as she just stands there, completely unmoving.

“I seriously didn’t do it, Babe. I was just about to do so, but… I don’t know what happened.” Pryce nodded her head in response, and I knew she believed me. “Then who did that?” Leanne asked, and I wonder, too. I tried to turn on the lights again, but I couldn't seem to be successful. “There’s something wrong here,” I muttered, making them all turn their heads to look at me. “What do you mean, Blair?” Pryce asked me, and I closed my eyes to turn into my vampire mode so I could sense anything unusual around this place, but I couldn't.

Not too long ago, half a decade or so it seemed, the scandal that forevermore inscribed the Gaunts’ name in the hearts of the villagers had come to pass. It was a sultry evening, the wind barely coming by when the street was suddenly filled with racing ambulances, its siren wailing in the neighborhood, waking up the villagers. They were heading toward the manor. It didn’t take long for the villagers to see three corpses being taken away, Senior Gaunt’s wife, Rose, sobbing, shaken so badly, a baby cradled in her arms as she went with the ambulance.

She gave the man a sharp once-over, then said evenly, "Other than this house, everything around here belongs to me. Don't step foot into my territory. If you do, I'll kill you." She turned on her heel, ready to head for the last villa at the far end. But the man suddenly called after her. "Don't go in there! There are man-eating zombies inside!" Hayley stopped mid-step and glanced back. "How do you know?" "I saw them." His voice was firm. "Villa Ten had a party the other night. A bunch of kids stayed up all night drinking and messing around. Around dawn, we heard screams. A lot of them ran out bleeding, but none of them made it far. They were all dragged down and torn apart."

What a poor woman. Blakely got goosebumps reading Rebecca's writing. The hairs on her neck throbbed, and a burning feeling ran down the back of her neck along with the fear that hAunted her mind. Her eyes then rolled towards the wall that separated her room from Nickson's. She had lived in the house of a murderer.

Mable hung up the phone and gazed at the bright moon in the night sky, sighing deeply. Suddenly, footsteps echoed behind her. Mable turned around in alert. The next moment, a dark figure lunged at her. She tried to dodge, but there was no space behind her. She stretched out her hand and blocked the man’s hand. “Blair, you...” Yes, it was Blair Fowler! What was he doing here? Before Mable could finish her sentence, Blair easily grabbed her hand and seized her by the throat, pressing her firmly against the wall. Blair stared at the woman before him with bloodthirsty eyes, exuding a dangerous aura from head to toe.