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Intriguing

In an old mansion far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, surrounded by greenery and tall sprouting trees, a beam of sunlight was withstanding the darkness and griefness all alone.

Fighting for survival, it has been hundreds and hundreds of centuries.

He had finally found his mate.

Behind the creaky wooden door, you would see paths; to be exact, alleyways, each leading to a room. A lot of rooms. A dimming candle was placed on a shelf in the small library; it's light had started to flicker as the wind started howling, as if it was a grey wolf howling under the pale yellow moon.

An empty mannequin, with no clothes being hung on it, stood beside the huge shelf without complaining. A bright red apple was placed on top of its head, which made people constantly wonder, how could it not fall down after sitting there for so long? Perhaps it was a purpose for repertoire?

An argument for that statement, the owner of the mansion that looked like it had been abandoned for years should be a bookworm; all day spending their time exploring the world of knowledge, as evidence, there were dusty book shelves surrounding every corners and pillars. Cobwebs seemed to be a decoration too in this interior, hanging under the dining table chairs, and on the ceilings.

You would have thought, oh, this place was just an ordinary one, nothing special hidden inside those intricate looking walls guarding the insides of the mansion. If you were a keen investigator, you would find lots of questionable things here.

Exploring deeper and deeper would only bring you to a land full of mysteries.

A place full of secrets.

Dry blood trails, a wooden casket laced with a soft purple mattress comfortable enough for a person to "sleep" in, and very odd paintings. Following these details; you will feel the hairs on your skin raising, shivering from the sudden change of atmosphere; from a warm one to a cold, freezing one.

And did I tell you that the eyeballs from the portraits framed with golden rounded frames hanging on the wallpapers followed every direction you go?

No matter what you do, you can't escape from their grasp.

Possibly, the person whom lived in the dreary place was fond of painting people. There was a portrait of a young girl with luxurious braids on her blonde hair cascading behind her shoulders, another portrait of a woman in her mid-twenties hair being tied in a royal bun style with pins and adornments protecting the hair from stumbling free.

However, the painting which will captivate your sense of seeing the most was separated from the other ones, having its own grand room to display at.

The pretty man had his dark brown hair coiffed, fair skin, long lushes, a sharp nose, and in addition to those already attractive features; those thin cherry lips were a perfect compliment. Most people would say that he was a rare "beauty."

He was his next target.

Note: im not used to writing mystery and thriller genres, let me know what all of you think!^^