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It was tranquil, arcadian; the once swaying trees that guided the way to unearthly mansion were now eerily silent, the birds that endlessly chirped away had now been suppressed. The only sound that threatened to echo through the crumbling building was the subtle creaking of floorboards.

The rumours had led you here, curiosity causing your mind to whirl like a never-ending typhoon. It was silly little tales that had caused these rumours to spurt up once again, tales of Dracula and the uncanny mansion that was hidden away beneath the confinements of the woods.

It was stupid, you knew that, but the desire for knowledge that coursed throughout your soul — body, was endless. It was dull, filled with nothing but dusty rooms and elegant furniture that’d been torturously battered to its last leg. The cold that flowed throughout the mansion was biting, and impeccably raw.

The clueless wandering had turned into mere snooping, head peeking around each and every corner in sight; prying fingers finding themselves intently scavenging through ancient drawers that were filled with mysterious objects. However, in a mere millisecond, everything shifted. The once dull rooms that were enveloped by the comforting light that seeped in from the outside world had faded into merely nothing. It was a subtle shift, but one that had your heart thundering with caution.

“Pretty girl with a pretty neck, huh? Not very often that I witness such a sight.” It was as though time had stopped, a sinister voice bouncing off the walls as though it’d called out from miles away — the breath that lingered on your neck however, that told a different story.