Novel & Cerita Story Of The Haunted Mansion

ALYSSA Sneaking out is easy but climbing back in is a problem when you’re living in a packhouse like mine. The packhouse is the biggest building in Moonfall—but I can confidently say it isn’t the biggest everywhere, when it’s barely even a mansion. It’s a well-lit cream home that every modern couple in the stories aspires to have their children in… until they later find out that it’s haunted. ‘I did say that you’ve been reading way too many horror books.’

I couldn't help myself from taking a look of the huge mansion I was standing in and appreciate how elegant and beautiful it looked. It is made from the blood of people he have killed till now. A voice in my head snapped me back into the reality. The mansion I was appreciating a few minutes ago didn't looked so fascinating to me anymore. If anything it looked like a place which might be haunted by the poor L souls who died at the hand of that monster. "What on earth did you brought here for?" The familiar deep and masculine voice travelled to my ears, freezing me in my stop when I realised who does it belong to.

I said we were still looking at the direction of the garden of this mansion. "It's beautiful." Jasral said then looked at me. "When will Laura come back here Mio?" Nathan said suddenly as we approached the big door of this mansion. "I don't even know how fast she left and when she will came back." I said. We stopped together in front of this big door, Nathan immediately pressed the door bell of the mansion and it suddenly opened. "What is this haunted mansion?" I promised to see if no one opened the door of the mansion.. "Let's go inside." Nathan said and went inside first, Jasral looked at me before entering.

Just hearing it made the trees outside the window blur like home was hiding behind them. “Give me the rundown again,” William said, eyes still on the road. Alexandra reached for the wrinkled sheet of paper on the dash. “So, about a month ago, this group of teenagers decided to go poking around this supposedly haunted house on the edge of town—” William cut her off. “Haunted by what?” “Allegedly,” she said, “by a spirit who hates women. Legend says it targets girls—hangs them in the rafters.” “Oh,” I said dryly. “Awesome.”

Never have I had the courage to enter inside the building, not with the many creepy and scary tales I have heard about this place. When I was a child there was a popular tale that was going on about this house. People say the house is haunted by ghosts_ actually the ghosts are the owners of the building as I was told. A family of ghosts living inside the mansion scaring and eating people's brains, especially little kids that make the mistake of setting foot into the building. Hearing the story now it seems kinda pathetic and not practical. How can ghosts eat people's brains?? They are ghosts, they are literally matterless. What am I even saying. Ghost ain't even real but still it's kinda sca

She cleared her throat as she sat down. “Back then when l was a teenager, everyone said that the old house down the street was haunted”, she started. “Hahahaha oh great!, Haunted stories are out of interest and outdated and...I don’t believe in paranormal activities", Chris interrupted as he stood up. “Just listen. So you see, the mansion used to be the residence of one wealthy family, but by then no one lived there anymore. They had all fleed away from the mansion. Weeds and grass overgrown and the house uncared for. So my friend Sam and I decided to find out once and for all if what people said was true”.

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.

I am left alone in this small creepy room and I don't even know if to stand or remain sitted. The possibility of Harry being behind this drops....a bit, but it's still there. Hey, my name is Deborah. And you are about to follow me into a journey of how my life went from a cute daydream to a horrid nightmare after just one night. Welcome to THE MANSION, where every child has a story.

Uncle Millie suddenly exclaimed— trying to lighten the mood. "Shhhsshhh!!!" Everyone hushed down Millie and he kept quiet in shame. "He went further to say that ever since the day he had killed his wife; your Great grandmother, her ghost never stopped to haunt him and the mansion and everyone else who lived in it. She wants revenge and she wanted him dead just as he had killed her. And on every fiftieth year, she would come to haunt the mansion and everyone in it!" "So today makes it another fifty years!" William nodded.

An added bonus was that everyone was friendly, and we engaged in conversations any chance we got. But the one thing that made the Motimers mansion a lot more discomforting was its mystery. “Have you heard about it?” a female asked with a British accent while we washed the dishes. “About what?” I replied. “The story of the old witch that visited this mansion years ago,” she continued. “A witch? Lemme guess, she cursed the Mortimer's?” I jestfully said, stacking up the dishes I had cleaned up.