Wicked Manor
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  • Reads 1,741
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  • Parts 3
  • Time 51m
Ongoing, First published Jun 18, 2012
Mature
When Frank Iero moved to the weird, old, town of Monmouth, sure, he expected big-ass mansions. What he didn't expect was for their dead inhabitants to become acquainted with him.

On the night of October 31st, in 1872, all the residents residing in the Wicken Manor, including a young female guest and the owner himself, were murdered. The majority of the staff were shot or beaten to death, in some cases rape was involved. The owner, Gerard Way, was stabbed in the heart and left by the grand piano. The girl, Claira Moreau, was hanged just above it.

A hundred and forty years ago there had been a tragedy, Frank knew that. He knew that the creepy mansion across the street was haunted as fuck. Hell, everyone did. It just was. And then, he went in.
Let's just say that his life was never quite the same after that.
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22 parts Complete Mature

I felt like I was in a bad dream and couldn't wake up, everything was spinning. My chest hurt from how hard my heart was thumping. This necklace, how in the world did it get here? I didn't take it back here with me, I left it on Frank's grave in Jersey. I discreetly pinched myself to see if I was dreaming, but I didn't wake up. This was real life. "Oh! That's mine, the string must've broken loose." I heard a voice. I saw feet at first. Yellow converse shoes. Then I saw pants. Black jeans. Then I saw a jacket. A green camo military jacket, not real obviously. Then I saw tattooed hands holding a coffee cup. They were red, most likely freshly washed. Then I met eyes with the person before me. I dropped the necklace and gasped loudly, holding back a shocked scream. The person's face fell, eyes going wide. They took a step back and then a cautious one forward. "Gerard?" They whispered. "Frank..." TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, and suicidal actions, mentions of alcoholism and drug abuse, mentions of sexual assault (rape), mentions of cheating, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH