The wind is howling and the centuries-old wooden floors are creaking underneath my feet, adding to my feelings of unease. I am alone in the creepy Victorian mansion.
For some reason, I just can't escape this place and the cloud of darkness that overshadows it...
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The Other Side of Day
Short StoryI have been alone for longer than I could remember. My parents left me to rot in a centuries old mansion. I have no idea where they are, or why they left me. All I can say is that it gets rather boring to aimlessly wander the empty hallways...
