The interior of Blackwood Manor was a labyrinth of dimly lit corridors and cavernous rooms, the air thick with the scent of dust and decay. Cobwebs, spun by generations of spiders, draped the high ceilings like macabre party decorations. Sunlight, filtering through grimy windows, cast long, distorted shadows that danced across the faded tapestries lining the walls.
“This place is amazing!” Aisha’s voice echoed through the cavernous entrance hall, her words swallowed by the oppressive silence that seemed to cling to the very stones.
Liam, ever the pragmatist, was less than impressed. “Yeah, amazing if you’re into tetanus shots and spider bites.” He scratched at a suspicious-looking red bump on his neck. “Seriously, how long has this place been abandoned?”
“Long enough for a few ghosts to move in,” Javier whispered, his eyes wide with mock terror. He sidled up to Maya, letting out a theatrical shriek that earned him an elbow to the ribs.
Valentine, trailing behind the group, felt a shiver crawl down her spine. The air here felt different, heavy and charged, as if the very walls were watching their every move. She ran her hand along a dusty tapestry, its threads brittle beneath her touch. The scene depicted a hunting party, their faces frozen in expressions of grim determination as they pursued a stag through a dark forest. But as Valentine’s fingers brushed against the stag’s flank, she swore she felt a faint tremor, a ripple of energy that seemed to emanate from the tapestry itself.
“Val, you coming?” Chloe’s voice, bright and cheerful, broke through Valentine’s reverie. She turned to find her friends gathered at the foot of a grand staircase, its once-polished wood now dull and scratched.
“Yeah, just admiring the local art scene,” Valentine replied, forcing a smile. She tore her gaze from the tapestry, its silent figures seeming to follow her with their hollow eyes. As she joined her friends, she couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t alone in Blackwood Manor. Something lurked in the shadows, something ancient and hungry, and it was watching them with a growing sense of anticipation.
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the Blackwood Manor
ParanormaleI just wanted to get rid of this old story, so post here it's also on a03 account name Etherealmeadow , story same name .
