Curse of the Blackwell Manor (TITNID)

Chapter 2

The rest of the day as we continued unpacking was considerably normal, except for one moment when my parents asked me to take some things out to the back of the mansion since we brought a little more than necessary. It rounded up to about five to six boxes of extra stuff that we probably won't need for staying at this place, was what I put behind the manor which was honestly a nice part of the place. Since our location was around the woods, I could see through the trees in my direction and it looked like some kind of path toward a fairy tale land like Peter Pan or something like that.

After a few minutes of admiring the scenery out here, I decided to walk back inside when unexpectedly, there was a song I was hearing from my blind side and I turned to my left to figure out where the music was being played. I found that there was music being played from a small house that was almost next door to our home, and I walked closer to hear more of it. I found there was an open window next to a door behind that house and I leaned in closer to hear the music that sounded like it was being played on a piano. I leaned my head on the window ledge for a little longer until I was startled by the sound of a record scratched from further inside the house.

I turned to see there was a silhouette of an old woman standing in what I was assumed was the living room moving the needle of her record player and then searching for me. As soon as she saw my eyes, I got scared as I backed away from the window and the house until she opened her door and just looked at me. She was slightly shorter than me despite her age, and her hair was very white. I wonder how long she's stayed here next to the manor. Is she living all by herself here?

Realizing I should say something, I played with my hands nervously as I attempted an apology, "Ahem, I'm very sorry if I was intruding in your home. I just heard the music and wanted to hear more of it." Her expression softened for a second before it hardened again as I suggested, "If there's anything I can do to make up for my mistakes, I'll be glad to-" She cut me off before I could finish, "Are you staying in the Blackwell Manor, young lady?" I was taken back by her question, but I answered anyway, "Er, yes I am, with my parents for the summer..." "If you want to make it up to me and stay alive, get out while you still can."

With that, she just turned her back and walked back into her house. Leaving me confused, I walked back to my home wondering what she meant by the last thing she said to me. Get out while you still can??? What the hell did that mean? Is there something about the mansion that makes it..."haunted"? Nah, I'm pretty sure she's just saying that either to scare me or get me to move out because she likes being alone. Well, that's too bad because my parents paid for this place and while I'd still be someplace else, I won't let anyone get to me, DEAD OR ALIVE.

As I went back inside the house, I helped my parents with more unpacking and then ate dinner with them when the evening rolled out. When I was done, I went back up to my room to read one of my thriller novels before going to bed. I glanced below the nightstand next to my bed to find a beautiful white rose laying underneath it. I reached down to pick it up and guessed that it must have come from the garden outside. I always loved black and white roses best, while I always believed red ones were too cliché and commonplace. I wore it in my hair as I settled into my bed and went to sleep.

***

When I opened my eyes again after a couple of minutes, I find myself in a large and elegant mansion. Then I realize that it's the mansion I'm staying in! Though the only difference is it seems newer and I'm actually surrounded by other people.

They are dressed the same way I'm apparently dressed, in Victorian clothing and dresses that were beautiful and flowing. The doors then open and three young boys enter through the door in the same manner of clothing.

They all look so handsome and proper, but there's something about the boy in the middle with the long, blonde hair that intrigued me enough to accept his hand offering me a dance as I followed him to the dance floor while his brothers joined their own respect dance partners.

As I continued dancing with my partner to the lovely music being played by the ladies on strings, the atmosphere seems to change dramatically as the lights seems to dim and once they do, the oldest brother along with others I can't recognize seem to sink their teeth into their partners' neck and the last thing I heard before I woke were the nightmarish screams.

***

The image of what I just saw in my dream before I woke up startled me so much, I needed a few minutes to recuperate my energy. I decide to head to the bathroom once more to wash the sweat of my face and try to calm myself down.

Before I could do that, I looked in the mirror to find my reflection has changed into me, but a different version of me. More like, the me in my dream wearing that dress and wearing her hair like that...with the rose I just found. I tried splashing water in my face to get the image to go away - which it did - but then I realized in horror that: The boy I was dancing with...

Was the same boy I saw in the mirror with blood dripping down his mouth.