Scarlet inherited her late grandfather's centuries-old estate and decided to move there to start fresh. However, little did she know that she would face unexpected challenges. As she tried to come to terms with her past, she second-guessed everythin...
I drove my car toward my new home in Texas after a long journey from North Carolina. It was late and the weather was freezing. As I approached Denton, I turned down a dark path that led deep into the woods. While driving, I noticed a sign that read "Old Alton Bridge". Just as I was about to cross the bridge, a deer jumped in front of my car causing me to hit the brakes abruptly. "Holy shit," I muttered to myself. I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt, got out of the car, and grabbed my phone to turn on the flashlight. As I did, I looked in front of my bumper, but there was nothing there. I swore I hit the deer, but its body wasn't there. What the hell was going on? I heard a rustling in the nearby woods, so I quickly got back in the car, closed the door, and drove away over the bridge. I spent the next 30 minutes driving, but the incident wouldn't leave my mind. Where was the deer, and what would have happened if I stayed any longer? Finally, I pulled up to an old gate, got out of the car, and opened it with the key my grandfather left for me. I got back in the car and drove down a long, dark dirt path. After a few minutes, a huge dark estate came into view.
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I pull into the driveway and turn off my car. "Holy hell," I mutter. I get out of the car and head to the front door. As I approach, an older man in a suit opens the door with an old English accent. "You must be Mistress Blanchard, I presume?" he says. "Uh, yes, but you can just call me Scarlet," I reply with a smile, sticking out my hand for him to shake. He takes my hand and shakes it firmly, then lets go and opens the door for me to enter.
I step inside and look around the huge estate. The man introduced himself as Bertrum, the head butler who was a good friend of my grandfather. "You're in safe hands," he says with a friendly expression. "Nice to meet you, Bertrum," I reply. He tells me that he and his crew will take my things and get me settled in, then prepare dinner since I must be hungry after my long drive. I nod and thank him as he heads outside to the car to grab my things.
I begin to explore the estate, heading up the stairs and opening a door to reveal a library filled to the top with books and a massive chandelier. I smile to myself as I look around. There were books from every era I could think of. As I keep walking, I hear a thud. A book had fallen. I approach carefully and pick up the book titled "Asmodeus, the King of Demons." I look at the cover and wonder what the hell it's doing there. Then, I hear a swooshing sound and spin around, looking everywhere only to see nothing. I take the book and put it in my bag for later.
I continue to explore the library and approach a fireplace with a large chair where my grandfather used to spend most of his time. Above the fireplace, there's a hand-painted portrait of my grandfather with his kind eyes and smile. Every time I look at it, it feels like I'm home. I miss him dearly.
I look around once more and see another door. I open it and find a large red velvet couch and a rich brown wooden desk – my grandfather's study. Everything was left the way it was, untouched. I look at his desk and move a few papers, and I find a black and white photo of a man. The man had sharp eyes, a sharp jawline, and a nice facial structure. He was gorgeous. I study it for a moment longer, then walk away, not thinking much of it, and continue exploring.
After a while, I didn't find anything too interesting, so I went back downstairs and went into the dining room. Bertrum greeted me again, and I sat down at the table. He brought me a nicely cooked meal, and I thanked him. He left to head home for the night, and I was alone. I ate my food silently, then I heard a door slam and men talking.
I got up and followed the noise, but as I turned a corner, it all stopped, and nothing was there. I look around and sigh – what the hell was going on with me? Maybe I'm just tired. I put my dishes in the sink and made my way upstairs to the master bedroom I took my clothes off and got in the shower as I was in the shower I heard another thud I grabbed my towel wrapped it around me and got out of the shower and look around I look at the mirror.....someone had written "GET OUT" on it my mouth fell open what. the. fuck. was happening I opened the door to the bathroom and went to my bed to get my clothes that I had laid out moments before and they weren't there I looked around for them but I couldn't find them suddenly I heard a man laugh behind me I spin around and see nobody once again then I look at my bed and my lost clothes were laying there what the hell was wrong with my I grab my clothes and get changed and I sit on my bed and take a deep breath and I come to the conclusion that I might just be tired so I crawl into bed and turn out my light and close my eyes and fall asleep after a while maybe tomorrow would be a better day...little did I know how wrong I was
