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He asked while scooping ice creams for the young girl in a cute twin braid. "It's good and fun. At first was so funny and scary. We used to think that the mansion is haunted. I even thought that a white lady was living with us." I said as I chuckled when I remember those. "A white lady?! Mom!" I was shocked to see the girl suddenly shouted and start crying. "Maybe because you mentioned a white lady. You know kids." Grandpa whispered. I was about to come to her to calm her down when a lady came and lift her up. She is still crying. Maybe she's her mother.

"If that's what you want, that's what we'll do, then." I smiled and continued walking, forgetting the little argument. I watched how the wild waves tried to reach my shoes and how it always end up failing. Later, I caught a glimpse of the tall mansion in front. The huge house has a nice architecture. But due to the length of time and lack of aruga, your house looked haunted. But if you look closely, you will know that it was beautiful then. I stopped and faced Rustov. "Why don't we go in?" I asked, pointing to the mansion. I wonder ... is it true what people say that there is a ghost there?

Blake put the information into the inner pocket of his suit and said, "Then I'll tell you something as well. Your brother-in-law has recently been off single." "Hmm?" Pei Xian was stunned and turned to Blake. "Didn't he refuse to look for a girl?" ... The Sus old mansion had been deserted for three years. The garden was full of weeds, and it had become the haunted house from the mouth of nearby children. As the sun gradually set, there was a gloomy and horrible feeling in the red light. Jessica pushed open the rusty iron door, and the creaking sound was creepy. She raised her head and looked around. This was the place where she had grown up....

Kai stood a little apart, tattooed arms folded, watching everything with that intense, brooding stare. They spent the next two hours inside the museum, taking photos of old artifacts, scribbling notes about colonial history, and pretending to be serious students. But the real excitement started when they stepped outside and spotted it. Just beyond the museum grounds, half-hidden by overgrown trees, stood an enormous decaying mansion. Blackthorn Manor. The locals had mentioned it briefly during their tour, an abandoned estate from the 1800s, rumored to be haunted. Its dark spires pierced the sky, windows like empty eyes, ivy crawling up the stone walls like veins.

I stayed silent. "The apartment where she had that accident was a company unit assigned to her," Stan said. "It's been empty ever since the accident. Later, the company wanted to take the place back, but the staff they sent over all got badly spooked. Over time, rumors that the place was haunted started to spread." He looked at me, his gaze sharpening. "But that changed when you showed up. When I first saw your rental address, I was shocked. I honestly thought you'd be running out of there in tears within three days. But you didn't.

A voice said in my head. I was confused by it. I have never had a solid reason to live, why does it have to be now The Van came to halt. And we all crashed on the floor of the vehicle. “Everybody out!” The guard barked as he opened the door. We stepped out into the mansion, and a sudden eerie feeling crept up my spine The mansion was dark, as in painted in dark like some kind of gothic building. I heard the stories of his ruthlessness, but I never assumed he was this dark.

They were real, not painted. But no people. Not one. Not even a bird flew past. Not even a dog barked. As we drove in, my mind went straight to the rumors. Those terrible things people said about a certain mansion that was hidden at the edge of town. People used to whisper about it in school, in the market, even in my father’s store. They said strange things happened there. Some said the house had ghosts. Some said it belonged to a man who was half human, half something else. They said once you enter, you do not come out.

"The Asylum of Horrors! This is going to be the bomb! Ariel Davidson, let's go for this!" My best friend, Chelsea Higgins, pointed to a dark, eerie-looking building in the distance inside the amusement park, her eyes shining in excitement. I hesitated as I glanced at the building, instinctively feeling a little awkward about it. I had never liked haunted houses or other scary, bumpy rides. More importantly, I had also felt increasingly uneasy about always being the third wheel on dates with her ever since she got herself a boyfriend, Ivan Benton.

Theodore asked, stretching out his palm to me. I placed my palm on his, “More than I've ever been.” My bags had been packed into the trunk of the car, I said final goodbyes and our journey began. It took hours before we arrived at the supposed mansion by dusk. It was a big mansion situated on a hill close to the seaside. I could feel the dread pooling up in me, just by looking at the gloomy building. There was no streak of light anywhere in the house. It felt like I was walking into a haunted, deserted house with spooky ghosts.