The Haunting Bond: How I became the wife of my parents murderer

Part one🦍🦍

It was a dark and stormy night as I sat alone in my family's old, creaky mansion. The wind howled outside, rattling the windows and causing the ancient trees to sway ominously in the darkness. I had always felt a sense of unease in this house, but tonight was different. Tonight, I couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen.

Suddenly, I heard a crash from the second floor. My heart pounding, I grabbed a candle and cautiously made my way up the stairs, the floorboards groaning under my weight. As I reached the top, I saw a figure standing in the hallway, their back turned to me. "Who's there?" I called out, my voice trembling.