There it is. Dark howling swamped my ears, as the smell of decaying bodies swarm me. Gore descended from a derelict window, staring at me. The ghastly butchery of the exterior seemed like an extermination of the free woodland behind it. I was anchored at my feet, while rain peppered the chilly air. The Darkwood Manor.
Appalling dust willowed among the stonework. This hadn't been cleaned in awhile. Suddenly, the aura around me crept into a gloomy shade. Something was here. The Darkwood Manor. A bloodbath, you could describe this as. Swelled bodies, close to exploding, welled in despair. I decided to dig deeper.
Jaudiced eyes, one's that could only belong to the Cheshire Cat, slowly exposed themselves. The Darkwood Manor gazed upon me. Hungry and shameless. A sinister smile arose from its deepened hiding place. Just then, the zmile droped the amusement and somewhat disappointment.
Finally, after moments of struggling, the quick relese of death had swallowed me whole. Rippling blood gushed out of me. Groteque maggots oversway my, lifeless, body. There it was. The DarkwoodManor.
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THE DARKWOOD MANOR (short story)
Mystery / ThrillerThere it is....The Darkwood Manor
