An Ambury Haunt_Week Four_Heir to the Manor_Manse Dracule
Catalog Guide:
An Ambury Haunt
The glare from the sun bounced off the shattered glass of the first-floor window in fragmented beams. The late afternoon, nearly evening, breeze blew, red and brown, leaves, dead, and fallen from the autumn struck trees. Swooped in swirling patterns in front of the old Ambury House. A wheeze, resonated from within the dilapidated house as the wind blew against the broken wood siding, threatening to topple it over with every gust. The Ambury Manor House stood, corner lot, like a looming gargoyle; perched on a mound of earth protruding like an overfilled grave. For a house that was said to stock...
Week Four
Doing everything my parents have set for me could make them reach orgasm, but this time, they might end up feeling something close to grace; I might learn witchcraft. After I had intentionally failed the Federal Common Entrance Exam, Mummy still followed backyard to get me admitted into the University Demonstration High School. I didn’t want to go to a boarding school, but I had no choice, unless I killed myself. Dad waved at the pot-bellied gate man and drove in. The first thing that caught my attention was their awesome football pitch on the far right and the volley ball court on the left. ...
Heir to the Manor
He dragged the unsuspecting man out of the carriage, threw him to the ground, and clasped his hands around his throat. A chilling shriek departed the victim’s lips, echoing unheard in the darkness while the shackled black steed whinnied, expelling mist into the air. I watched through the deep brush of the forest while sparse moonlight cracked through the clouds of the night sky, illuminating the murder. My eyes widened while the killer strangled his prey till it fell limp in his grasp. The murderous fiend crept through the trees an hour earlier, unknowing I perched above upon a branch. Audienc...
Manse Dracule
He stood with wine in hand, for hours regarding that portrait hanging above the hearth. The light and shadow rippling across the study as the fire danced bent the face painted in dozens of variations, some kind, some stern, some emotionless, and one that would appear only as the light waned and darkness descended: a monster. He set the glass down and made his way along the winding cobble corridors of Manse Dracule. He passed his family’s banners hanging along the walls, and empty rooms from which the firelight of hearths kindled by phantoms poured through the arches www.onedoor.ccin their vain yearning for...