Creakkkkk,
The heavy door groaned as it slowly opened to allow small, bright rays of warm light to pour in. The familiar scent of Jasmin tea wafted through the air as fresh pastries soon joined the delightful smell.
The mood was calm, and the only sound that could be heard were the soft crackles of the burning fire.
Everything seemed to be at peace.
And if you kept telling it to yourself long enough, much like the residents of the old manor, maybe you would believe it too.
An old, but soothing melody began to play throughout the large house, as it echoed off the walls in the unbearable silence.
Nothing could be heard but the music playing on the rusted record player, and if it were not for the serene atmosphere tainting the minds of those who got the chance to look at such a scene, then some would've assumed the place was haunted.
But the calmness of the rotten house was simply a distraction to stray your mind from the true history beind Lemonwood Manor.
It was truly a mystery waiting to be unraveled.
Suddenly, the haunting orchestra dripping into the soundless air was not the only thing to be heard.
Painfully slow, steady footfalls began to shake the house, as floorboards moaned under the weight of the body dragging itself across the room.
The silence was interrupted.
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