Truth and dare

Just a normal truth and dare game, with a dare that will change Alex's life forever.
In the small town of Hendersonville, there is one old castle that stands out with a mystery. Many people are seen entering easily, but none are seen coming out, and one particular dare sends normal teenager, Alex, investigating it.
He finds things no human will ever encounter in their life, and sees things no human will ever imagine of seeing.
It turns out the old castle isn't just a pile of old bricks, it holds a dark and mysterious secret that is hidden from the outside world.

Truth and dare will never be the same again...not after this.

Written in the !st person in the past.

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5. Mermox Manor

I pushed open the already half-opened door, hearing it creak and stepped inside.

The first thing I noticed as I stepped foot inside the manor was the smell.

Damp and sour, dusty and dead.

I shook my head, an attempt to try and shake the bad thoughts and worries that were clogging up my brain and shuddered quietly.

I hugged myself with my arms tightly, wishing that I had brought a thick woolly jumper to protect me against the cold and the unpleasant feeling building up in my stomach and slowly rising.

I shuddered again, this time, my teeth couldn't help but chatter. I clamped my mouth shut and took a deep breath before stepping deeper through the dark hallway ahead of me, deeper into the manor, a decision which I soon regretted.

I stepped carefully, one foot after another, trying not to make any noise, but I failed. The floorboards creaked loudly, groaning, under the weight of my heavy shoes, but even when I stood on my tiptoes, the sound did not improve.

I winced occasionally, when the sound grew particularly loud, to a point when I had to stop walking, breathe, and tell myself that there was nothing to be scared of. But I always continued, as if I was on a quest.

I knew I couldn't stop, I couldn't turn around and go back. I had already walked further than I ever though I could, and if I backed out, it would make me look like a wimp. Being dared to do something, trying, and leaving, without completing the dare, and I knew I would not be able to stand in front of all my friends, and tell them that I refused to go further. Than the hallway. I knew Max would definitely be the one to laugh at me, and point at me.

I wouldn't be able to face Max, whatever the outcome was anyway. I didn't see what I had to lose.

I continued tiptoeing down the hallway, stopping every few seconds to catch my breath and to look around me.

Hanging on the dark grey walls, there were portraits and paintings of people, young and old, some as young as teenagers and some as old as 50 or 60 years.

I wondered where all of these paintings were from, and some looked like they had been drawn, maybe the person who lived here all those years ago was an artist? I pondered on the theory for a moment before asking myself the other blindingly obvious but mysterious question.

Why did they want to paint all these people, whatever age they were, with different materials, and then hang them up on the walls? Was it so that they could see them everyday?

Theories run around inside my brain, but only the most frightening one and most disturbing one stayed with me, however hard I tried to forget it.

And the worst thing was that it occurred to me, maybe the person who lived her, wasn't normal?

I looked up, and on the walls, were more photo frames. All of them black around the outside, and the portrait in the centre. Rows and rows. Columns and columns. Pictures that flooded the entire hallway wall which confused me.

But out of the corner of my eye, towards the end of the hallway, there were other objects that scared me more than the pictures.

Axes. Knives. Maces.

A guillotine.

All I could do was stare at them with a wide-eyed gaze, my mouth gaped open.

My body froze, my lungs couldn't breathe. I wanted to run out of the manor, arms and legs flailing, and to scream at the top of my lungs and I wouldn't care if the other laughed at me, I wouldn't even care about Max. But I couldn't.

I couldn't move. I couldn't blink. I couldn't breathe.

I stood completely still, while seconds, and minutes went by, and then I blinked.

And tears started rolling down my cheeks, and my breath grew louder, harder, my eyes crinkled up, and my mouth was open in a big 'O' shape. I had to cover my mouth ad bite my lips so hard that I could taste blood to stop myself from screaming my lungs out.

I sank down onto the floor, and hugged my knees to my chest, resting my head onto them, and sobbed. I wrapped my arms around my stomach to try to control my breathing, which came out in sharp, loud gasps, and my head banged like crazy.

A million and one thoughts were running through my mind. Some crazy, some mental and some distracting.

I had stepped into a haunted manor, I had turned away two of my friends, one who dared my to do such a thing, and one which I pushed away for being a good friend to me. I had seen hundreds of photos of people pinned to a dark grey wall, and I had no idea why. And I had seen disturbing instruments tucked into a corner, ones which no one should ever see.

I didn't understand.

Why? How? What? I was mad at myself for letting myself do such a stupid thing as walk in here, and I was mad at not listening to Nick, my friend, my only friend, it seemed who supported me in this situation, and who I pushed away because I was an idiot.

WHY?! I was screaming at myself inside my head.

I was the only one who should know, but didn't.

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