10 DEAD ROSES.
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Last published Thu, Dec 24, 2020
"Any person who enters the dark hallway their potrait comes upon the clear picture fame." He paused "They were the 10 girls who came before you."
"And what about the dead roses?"I asked
"Each dead rose signifies each ones existance." He paused "The 10 dead red roses signifies the 10 dead maidens."
I gulped.
"Atleast mine didn't had a dead rose" I whispered to myself "that is...till now."
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3 friends....1 haunted house... 1 mysterious guy... 1 undeniable invitation...
"Wanna go? " Kiara asked
"It's an undeniable invitation" I shouted with joy..
Getting an invitation from MANGROVE MANOR , The richest billionaire family was unexpected for Aisha and her friends.. ..Little did she knew the mystery of the MANOR was very mysterious itself... Will she survive or the legacy of the haunted house will descend upon her.. ......
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