Van Mond Place

Van Mond Place

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Van Mond Place is a tale of horror and curses, of mystery and survival, of love and fear...and of things that go bump in the night. Abigail Fischer a is young woman with a strong love for antiques and artifacts, a love she inherited from her mother. Her love extends to the abandoned homestead known as Van Mond Place. The grand, castle-like mansion is going to be demolished by her father's real estate and development company, and Abigail feels drawn to do what she can to preserve it, by at least collecting valuables and antiques from it before it is gone. However when she drops by one evening to sort through it, instead of finding antiques and dust, she finds a trap and an ancient evil that is rooted in the very foundation of the mansion. (Aiming for weekly chapter release with this story) Check out the multimedia I post on the side - the songs are at least somewhat relevant to the feel/theme of the story ;)
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