The Legacy of the Uncharted

~ Chapter 1~ Haunted House

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Narrator
drifted in and out of sleep,  Alexandria is caught between dreaming and waking up , when a strange feeling jolted her awake. It felt like someone - or something was watching her in the darkness.

Her heart racing, she reached out to turn on the light,
But the switch flickered wildly, barely cutting through the gloom. Fear gripped her as the room plunged back into shadows.

She was Shivering, holding her bed cover closer, not knowing what would happen; then she heard it: A noise coming from a part of the house she never explored. It wasn't just noise it sounded like whispers, calling her name and guiding her to venture beyond the corridors.

Tentatively, Alexandria stepped out of bed, her fear mingled with curiosity. Each step felt heavier as she moved towards the unknown part of her home.
The soft, elusive whispers guided her.

What she didn't know then was that this night would unravel secrets about her family history, probably and maybe about herself and a destiny tied to the mysterious call of the sea.

Alexandra's point of view

As you already know, my Mansion is haunted; I think it was calm enough when I was with my caregiver. However, since she left.Crazy things started to happen,
scary voices from different parts of the mansion. I had never been to my cover moving. Lamps are thrown out.

I have no one and, I trust no one to confide into. My caregiver didn't let me her phone number, I guess she didn't want anything to do with me anymore. She did what was expected of her I suppose and then bolted when I reach 10 years old, I've been on my own ever since.

I prefer it this way I will never be good enough my parents didn't want me I suppose...
why make babies when you plan on abandoning them  ? At least they left me this haunted house and heritage I want a fily not this money.

Ever since my caretaker abruptly departed, leaving me the keys to the mansion and a brief note, parts of my own home had remained a mystery to me.

She had explicitly forbidden me from exploring certain areas, instilling a deep-seated fear and a barrage of questions that no child should have to ponder alone.

Now, with her gone and the house seemingly stirring with its own secrets, my curiosity battled with the fear she had sown.

Tonight, though, as the whispers echoed louder than ever, drawing me toward the forbidden wing of the mansion, my fear was overshadowed by a desperate need for answers.