“Good night, mom.”

Yawning, I looked at my mom. Age had left its mark on her face, in the wrinkles worn from countless smiles and the slight sag of her tired eyes. She looked radiant as she smiled at me.

“Good night,” she answered, “and, sweetheart…”

“Yes?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.

“Don’t forget to lock the door before you fall asleep.” She was still smiling, but slight tension hardened her e...

The old mansion loomed in the darkness, its windows boarded up and its doors creaking ominously in the wind. It had been abandoned for years, but stories of its dark past still circulated among the townspeople.

One night, a group of friends decided to explore the mansion. They entered cautiously, their flashlights illuminating the dusty rooms and creaky staircases. As they climbed the stairs, the...

Whack.

The axe hit the wood.

Heavy blankets of snow engulfed the mansion on the island of Varr; the colourless branches were on the verge of snapping, and the thick cloud-like fog minimised the view of anyone in sight.

Ivan liked it that way. Whether he had grown to like the cold atmosphere of Varr or he just enjoyed his new facial features: dark sullen eyebrows and thick fur-like hair, it had ch...

Summer heat shimmered in the air. Fraying tempers. Snapping last straws. Through the humid soup you walked. Purposeful strides grind down the sweeping gravel driveway. Fidgeting with your tie knot you tried to alleviate the suffocating grip.

At last the omnipresent and omnipotent severe stone face of the mansion came into view. Bland brick gave nothing away. Large staring windows judged and snee...

Unexpected to be killed in cold blood, in the wanna be prom queens bedroom. Her shiny dress , spots of blood now layed on the silky dress , did not match the clean room, stunning vanity , or the aura given by the unexpected murder . “I want to be prom queen , and I’ll do whatever it takes!” The last words the victim heard before she was gracefully nocked to the floor. Making a loud crash. The sile...

“It all went silent; just silent”.

Let me tell you about the time where a night of joy and laughter turned into a night of darkness and emptiness; If I have the guts to explain it to you.

It was my friend Thomas’s birthday last week . He only just turned eighteen and he thought the best idea was to have it situated in a mansion that was built over a hundred years ago: it was “Brickford Manor”...

A privilege. No, not just a privilege, a great privilege the Happy Oaks Homeowners’ Association had said when they approved that she could live there. It was an exception. That’s all they said. She knew what they meant. A single woman over forty-five without a family was not the right fit to the puzzle of the upscale neighborhood. She guessed she had only made it in because of her finely dresse...

Cold in the silence, they waited.

In the silence, he was hunting.

On marble floors, claws clicked. Air was inhaled and exhaled. They were quiet sounds, but in the complete absence of noise, they were prominent and intense.

Sliding like black oil down a curving staircase, the Shepard’s fur rolled and his muscles moved in fluid tandem over his bones. With each downward step his shoulder bla...

I don’t remember arriving here. I must have, at some point, because I wasn’t born in this sprawling mansion, but in my memory what should be a line between my apartment routine and the country lifestyle I now lead is a complete blur.

I can’t even remember how long I’ve been here. Definitely since Easter, when the Nurses painted eggs and hid them across the grounds overnight. We had such fun hunt...

Elvira didn’t know how long she’d been wandering around the mansion. It was dark and dim, and a child wind blew even though there were no windows. The long, crooked hallways were lit by flickering sconces places sporadically along the walls, and even they seemed to have a certain eeriness to them.

How was she ever going to get out of here? Now that she thought about it, she couldn’t quite remembe...