Towering above, the ancient estate stood, shrouded in darkness and mystery. The walls, which were in a state of decay, spoke in hushed tones. I stepped through the creaking doors, an oppressive atmosphere gripped me, suffocating my senses. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the floorboards groaned beneath my weight. The flickering candlelight cast grotesque shadows that danced ominously on the walls.
As I walk through the mansion's hallway, I can sense its despair, each turn revealing more macabre sights. Paintings of tortured souls adorned the walls, their haunted eyes following my every move. The whispers grew louder, echoing through the empty corridors.
Suddenly, a chilling wind swept through the house, extinguishing my candle. In the pitch-black darkness, my heart pounded in my chest **shook**. I groped along the wall, searching for any sign of an escape. That's when I felt it—the sticky warmth of fresh blood.
I recoiled my hand stained scarlet. Panic gripped me as I realized I was not alone. Someone—or something—was lurking in the shadows, taunting me, reveling in my fear. The air grew heavy with anticipation, and a guttural growl echoed through the darkness. The silence shattered, piercing scream—a sound so agonizing it froze my blood. I followed the anguished cry, my footsteps echoing through the mansion...
"there's light...." i whispered.
...Arriving in a dimly lit chamber, my eyes widened in horror. The room was a gruesome tableau. Bloodstains marred the walls, a macabre canvas of violence. Limbs, torn and mangled, were strewn haphazardly across the floor. It was a scene straight from a nightmare. And there...... amidst the carnage, stood a figure draped in tattered rags. Its grotesque form emanated a malevolence that sent shivers down my spine. The creature turned to face me, its eyes gleaming with a sickening hunger. I was trapped in a deadly dance with a predator.
I was about to run as when it suddenly lunged towards me, its claws slashing through the air. Blood splattered across the room, mingling with the already stained floor.
"God, what have i done?!!"---- I uttered as i cough blood.
On the brink of passing out. I hear someone, no... something.
"Stop."... As the creature behaves and trembles.
*growls*.....
I passed out.
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Mark Geriko Bucaling
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