|𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒| Imagines For Underrated Musicians

Steve Jansen

Point of view: 1st perspective (I/we)

Year: 1978

Keywords: (M/N) = Mom Name

(D/N)= Dad name

Word Count: 1.649

A/N: I started on this story in April but then I lost half my story but now I finished it and I made him less of a Rizzlord I made him in the original.

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"Why do I have to stay at his creepy mansion" I protested from the backseat of my parent's car. I have to spend a week at my boring uncle's mansion which is falling apart as we speak. The house was built sometime in the late 1700s, it's surprising how it's still there. My uncle has often told me stories about vampires and because of that there are crosses on every wall and garlic in every room which I hate because they make the room smell, so I throw them out the window because vampires aren't real. "Because I and your father are going out of town and he was the only one that wanted to have you" my mom replied. I groaned and sank lower in my seat

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As my mom pulled into the old driveway of the cobblestone house, I saw my uncle walking calmly to the car in his suit and he even had a little tophat, he was always dressed formally, I think I even saw him wear a little hat to sleep like Ebenezer Scrooge from a Christmas carol. Anyway, my mom stopped the car, got out and greeted him "Hello Otto good to see you" He tilted his tophat so I could see his bald spot. "Greetings, (M/N), (D/N). And of course (Y/N)" he said as I got out of the car with my things, "Let me take that for you (Y/N)" he said and reached for my bags, but I stopped him "It's fine I can take them...They're not that heavy" I said and he nodded.

My parents and uncle stood outside the car and talked about almost everything, "(Y/N), you may go up to your usual room" my uncle said, I nodded and walked into the old house. The house was the same on the inside, dark with a few old gothic lamps. "(Y/N)!" my uncle called after me, "Yeah?" I replied and walked to the door, "Don't go into the ballroom, it's dangerous there," he said I nodded and walked inside, again.' How dangerous could one ballroom be, I'll check it out later I thought to myself and walked up to the old room I always stay in.

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"How's school," My uncle asked at dinner he had this hilarious long table like in the movies, me sitting at one end and him sitting at the other so I could barely hear him, "Uh..fine" I replied to his question, why do grown-ups always ask that question if the answer is always good or fine. No one else spoke during dinner. I stood up from the table and thanked him for the dinner, "Straight to your room" he said sternly "Yeah" I said, but that wasn't my plan I was going to stay in my room until my uncle went to his room, because his room was next to mine I could hear when he went inside.

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A few hours passed and he finally went to his room. I waited a few minutes to be safe until I went out of my room as quietly as I could and made my way to the old ballroom. The doors to the ballroom were big wooden doors with a big thick wooden stick for some reason, I moved the wooden stock as quietly as I could and when I opened the door I was hit with a strong wooden smell. it had high ceilings and all around the room were large windows with white curtains. The floor was dark brown and the color was mirrored by the ceiling, there was a huge chandelier in the ceiling that gave off a dim yellowish light, and the room was filled with dust that showed, no one had been there for years, but it was still beautiful.