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She had never been in the midst of so many books and she was totally awed. As she moved past the shelves, a particular book caught her attention. It was dark and larger than the rest. She pulled it out, coughing slightly from the dust that had collected on it. Tiny insects scurried out as she took the book to one of the couches and settled on it. Annabelle Hale;this is my book of shadows. "Interesting title",Caleb commented from beside her. She was just about to write on the parchment and show it to him when they heard a loud sound.

The construction had two rooms and both of them allowed a perfect view of the other, it had a double size bed and it was covered in dust a couple of bags on the floor…nothing of big notice with one exception: an empty bookshelf, with the exception of one book. The former trainee policeman grey matter was now working: If the cabin of a former druid was considered a haunted place wouldn’t all books be there? No one walks into haunted houses deliberately even less to take the books, let alone one. Thomas walked to the bookshelf and held in his hand the only remaining tome, it didn’t look as covered in dust as the rest of the items left…someone was here not too long ago and left this behind as a

But what made it different from the other books, was the ominous feeling that creep through my veins each time I held it. Blood. The word came to my head like a message, making me wondered why a demon was asking for blood again. Blood. "Of course." "Of course what?" Lily asked me, and I almost didn't know I muttered out. Without answering her question, I hurried for the dagger that was tucked well and always worn on my lower right leg. Blood. I quickly held the blade and might have caused some screaming and shouting from Lily and Mona once they saw me with a knife. Thrusting the blade to my palm, I waited for the blood to spill on the book. Nothing happened at first, but then the book opened

Hollis**** The mansion’s corridors were a labyrinth of decay, reeking of mildew and forgotten secrets. Each step echoed like a distant scream, and the oppressive silence wrapped around us like a predator waiting to strike. The air was thick, each breath heavy with the stench of rot, and every creak of the floorboards sent a jolt of adrenaline through my veins. I kept my grip firm on Hailey’s hand, her warmth grounding me even as icy dread crept further into my soul.

“I can smell you, Helen. We have to get to the ceremonial dinner soon. I don’t have time to chase you and—” The book rattled in a dim, blue shade of light before the book busted alive between my mate and I. his eyes widened in horror. He ran to my side, pulling me to my feet and away from the table. The mysterious, glowing book threw itself wide open and the pages flittered through the air, turning themselves over one by one in a fluttering motion. I gasped, clinging to Justin’s warm, muscular chest and we both watched on in horror. “What have you done, mate?...” Justin whispered, the book abruptly stopping on a page in the middle. It laid wide open, displaying a bright, cyan hue through the

Nice porch with a rocking chair and a hammock on it. But just inside I noticed her. Kamari. Her hair was tucked back behind an ear. Feet propped up on the arm of the couch whilst she aimlessly leafed through a book. The title was a dark choice but one I had read before. The Haunting of Hill House. A twisted book that made you catch your breath at every turn. Behind her was the kitchen. Her father was standing there, kneading from what I could see. Nolan had only mentioned her address once. When he thought she would come here or to the cafe. I never realized I knew it by heart.

I chipped in with details to make the story as airtight as possible, hoping to make it seem as real as we could. But despite all our efforts, Helena and Howard's expressions showed growing doubt, as if they were trying to understand what we were saying without thinking we were crazy. That is, until I pulled out my phone, turned on the flashlight, and waved my finger in the air. They both froze, horrified, when they saw there was no shadow cast by my hand. "I actually asked you to come here because I wanted to ask Howard something. The version of me that you interact with—has anything seemed off about her?"

His voice pulsates in excitement. At once a man appears in front of him out of no where, as soon as Benjamin opens the gates of the haunted house. "Do not go there. It is just an illusion." A man in a long coat with no limbs flying in air appeared in front of him. "It is the evil spirit which is calling you." He warned him. But Benjamin did not care for his words. On a trance he continued to walk ahead towards the mansion. "Our phones are dead. I need to call somebody for help. My wife is laying there unconscious." He points to his broken car.

It's a library. "Could you look at this place? It's amazing, Blair." I let out, looking around, and she muttered, "Yeah. It is." She gestured her hand to make a book float out from a particular shelf, and it went to where we are. "This is the only book I have read in this library that time I visited here. It's about vampires in connection with humans. There is a chapter here that tells how a vampire could turn a human into... A vampire." She said and opened the book without touching it, and I am guessing that that is what she did to me when she converted me into one.

It smelt of old papers, and I couldn't help but inhale the scent. Dark wooden tables with cushioned seats were arranged in the library. Keeping my head down, I check the corner in case there are cameras lurking in here. I didn’t notice any blinking, but that didn't put me at ease. The Auder's mansion has this eerie quality. I was on high alert all the time. I only let go when Carlo was around; maybe that was a mistake too. I pulled out a paperback about the light in the mind. It was my first time hearing about it. It’s written by J.E. Hampton. Never heard about him or her.