You began your journey down the highway, knowing exactly where you were headed after seeing the mansion on the news oh so many times.
You walked onward for a good 15 minutes, and you went down the old abandoned street that held the mansion in the back, the last house.
Going down the street, you looked at all the beautiful houses, that people abandoned, cause they were too afraid, and were uncomfortable being close to the mansion.
"It's ashamed." You whisper to yourself. When you got to the back of the street, you stood right before the concrete driveway area. It was so old, and beaten down.
You shakily watched the house, looking for any sign of movement in the windows. You stood for a second, watching the house, as you shook a little from the cold wind, and from being nervous.
You didn't know it, but you mimicked every other persons actions when they once were here, but were never seen again.
You took hesitant steps toward the door. You inhaled shaky deep breaths. Instead of opening the door, you decided to examine the things surrounding the mansion. You started walking around the place, checking out the sides of the house. The house was none the less beautiful. Sure it's a little scary right now cause it's dark out and god knows what lingers in the house, but in the day time, you were sure it'd be absolutely gorgeous.
Once you got to the backyard, you saw a pretty garden, that looked well taken care of through the dark. Strange?
Who could possibly be taking care of this? You look to the side and see a small old looking swing.
You looked up to the back windows and almost screamed when you saw a boy at the top story window looking down at you. You blinked for a second and he was gone.
You immediately rounded the house, returning to the front door.
You took a deep breath and slowly reached for the door knob.
You grabbed it and turned it and the door just slid open. Really? And they wonder why the kids uninvitedly go into the house. The door is unlocked all the damned time!
Without closing it, so you'd have an easy access out of that house if you saw something strange, you walked further in.
You stood on an oval shaped place mat, right in front of a large staircase. Instead of going upstairs, you slowly turned to the side, where you met what looked like an olden time living room.
The furniture just made it look old. But what was really strange...the house was very well taken care of. The hardwood staircase looked like it was mopped and polished everyday. Not a single trail of dust was spotted.
All in all , it was a beautiful place. You entered the living room and no tv or computer was in sight.
Just furniture.
You walked to the other side of the staircase and met with a huge dining area. It was gorgeous. The countertops were marbled, a long beautiful hardwood kitchen table, with fine expensive looking dish spread out along it.
You walked into the Kitchen and gasped. This was like your dream kitchen....THIS WAS LIKE YOUR DREAM HOUSE! The kitchen and dining room were the size of your apartment put together. Gah!
You walked back to the front door, facing the living room, and walked in it. The living room was about the size of your living room and kitchen together. So much space.
You walked to where you would've placed your tv if you lived here, and a tall wide mirror covered a window.
You walked to it, and looked at yourself. You breathed in deeply, still a bit shaken up that you were actually in the Wickley Mansion.
You closed your eyes and rubbed your forehead and put your face down toward the carpet, not believing you were actually in this god forsaken place!
You looked back up and dropped your hand and opened your eyes.
Your eyes widened bigger than anything, seeing a boy about 6 inches taller than you standing at the other end of the large living room, watching you.
You went to turn toward the door to run,but failed as you felt pressure on your body and immediately were thrown toward the mirror before you could take a step further. The boy was suddenly in front of you, holding your mouth closed, pushing you up against the mirror harshly.
He looked into your eyes angrily. You knew you should've never came here. A single tear rolled down your cheek in fear, as you stared into the guys eyes.
"Why...are...you..here?" He growled. He didn't move his hand to let you answer. He answered for you.
"Trying to prove how brave you are for your friends? A dare? Investigation? I've heard them all....you probably are here for one of those aren't you?" He said with a knowing smirk.
You squeeze your eyes closed as tears roll down your cheeks and truthfully nod. Muffled sobs came from your mouth. But you didn't dare open your eyes. "I want you to tell me...which one of those you decided to come here for." He said a bit softer. "I'll take my hand off of your mouth...but the first mistake you make, you'll regret" he said harshly before slowly taking his hand from your mouth.
"I-investigation. They said the-ey never saw a trace of anyone...I wanted to find out myself" you say.
"And why were you so eager to find this out?" He said a bit softer. You slowly peeled your eyes open, and he was standing very close. You awkwardly looked into his eyes, which didn't seem harsh like he was a second ago.
"I-I thought maybe..if I found some stuff...I could help find the missing people. Maybe if whatever happened to them..maybe it wouldn't be too late to save them." You say. He looked at you strangely. "You wanted to help find them and possibly save them?" He said with an amused tone.
"Y-yeah. I like to be helpful....." You say awkwardly, your voice still thick from your crying.
He laughed loudly..making you wince as the booming laugh echoed through the house.
What is he laughing for.
"You cared so much about saving one of those missing people...that you caused yourself to...become one of them..silly girl. And it's ashamed...you're actually a pretty one." He said with fake pity in his voice. Your eyes widened and you started crying again. You were thrashing about, still being held against the mirror.
"Please...please...let me go..it won't happen again!" You cry.
"Shhhhhh. It's okay. I'll make it quick." He said.
What is he going to do to me, you wonder.
"Please I'm begging you!" You sob.
"It's okay..it'll all be over soon. It'll only hurt a second." He said trying to soothe you while petting the top of your head.
You continue shaking your head no until he gets frustrated and holds your head in place where your face is very close to his.
He looks you straight in the eyes...and you suddenly feel..like your being controlled.
You slowly tilt your head to the side. What are you doing...you weren't doing this purposely.
He smiled greatfully at that. "Good girl." He said sweetly before he tilted his face into your neck.
You felt him kiss your neck and you wanted to put your head facing straight again, but you just couldn't.
Before you could say anything...you felt a searing pain in your neck. You screamed loudly in pain
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You felt him slap his hand onto your moth, not removing his face from your neck. You felt your blood seeping from your neck. "Shhhh" he mumbled, as your blood bubbled like when you'd try talking when underwater.
You began feeling weak, and your legs began giving out, as your eyes drooped and you started to sink to the floor.
Then he finally pulled away, as the room began spinning.
He looked at you straight in the face, and you watched in pure Pain, and disgust as your blood dripped from the corners of his mouth and down his chin. You felt the blood from your neck still freely running down your shoulder and the room was spinning.
Black spots flashed around the room until all you saw was darkness. For once since you walked into this damned house...you felt peaceful.
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