Murder at Huntington Manor

Huntington Manor is a place of murder and betrayal.
Willow Taylor is writing an article in History about Huntington Manor.She is told to visit it but there is a myth that whoever goes in there dies, they get murdered by Tobias Huntington the son who was mistreat and caused the death of the Huntingtons. After Willow goes to the house strange things happen to her. Is someone trying to kill Willow? And will Willow be the one to save Tobias from not being loved?
This story is a mystery,a bit scary, fantasy and romance book.


20. Brightest light

My eyes fluttered open to a blazing light just centimetres from my face. It burnt at my flesh; I imagined my skin peeling of like a snake or bad sun burn. As I went to itch my face, to check if my skin was there, a wire pulled at my hand restricting me. Looking down I saw a needle embedded into my skin.

Seeing the needle made me feel woozy; I never liked needles. When I was younger, we would go on holiday a lot; we had to get injections for different diseases that we could catch. Every time, I think, I cried. Pleading at my parents and the doctor to stop. I bet they felt awful, seeing a child in pain because of them. But would I rather have a fatal disease or an injection which will help me prevent that...

Another was inserted in my arm; near my elbow.

Queasiness swept over me, my stomach churned. Don’t be sick, don’t be sick.

I took deep breaths to calm my nerves but it hardly helped.

‘Oh you are awake now.’ A woman’s voice came from the doorway. She was dressed in a nurse’s outfit and had a stethoscope around her neck. Smiling, she came over to my bed side. ‘How are you feeling now, dear?’

‘Erm,’ I croaked, I hadn’t realized how dry my throat was. It was like a dessert. The nurse noticed and reached over to a jug of water on the desk near me. Pouring it into a cup she handed it to me, waiting patiently until I was done. ‘Thanks, I am feeling better. What happened?’

The only thing I remembered was the wisps of smokes forming into clouds. Reminding me of a storm. Looking over to the far side window, the window panes were crying as the wind was threatening to pull them off.

The nurse, Linda, hands were tangled together as I put my attention back on her. A single tear fell from her blue eyes.

‘It was horrible, I was there. I know I am supposed to not say that but it was. A fire had started in the library; no one knew who it was the culprit had already left. Fire engines, police men the lot were all there. Your family were driving past, coming to pick you up; they then saw the building half on fire and you on the roof. People were shouting to stay where you were, but you tried to move closer to the edge...then. Well you slipped and fell. Luckily they caught you in the trampoline but you broke a bone on the way down,’ she pointed to my other arm. I had not even noticed, there was no skin on show just a pink cast. ‘You were unconscious. But your parents will be so happy to see you awake, they are in the cafeteria at the moment.’

It all started to come back now, I remember slipping then falling. The descent should have been quick, but it wasn’t it felt like I just kept falling. A sudden pain shot up my arm, and I had looked to see I had struck it on one of the columns. That is when it suddenly went quick again. Then....


Nurse Linda stood up from the bed and walked out the room. A couple of minutes later my mum came in gushing over me.

‘Oh dear, are you okay? You give us such a fright!’ Her face was red and blotchy from a night of crying probably. My father kissed my cheek and sat down next to me. Obliviously, my brothers had been told to stay at home.

‘I’m fine, just a bit achy.’ I tried to smile, it stung. I gestured towards a hand mirror next to my bed. My mother picked it up and handed me it.

I gasped, all of my face was covered in cuts and a few bruises. Must have done a lot more bashing as I came down then.

 A tear escaped from my mother’s sad eyes. ‘It’s okay.’ My father stroked my mother’s arm with his thumb.

She nodded, still tears falling but she kept it in.

‘How long have I been here?’ I asked.

‘About a week now.’ My father answered. What? It can’t be, it has only been a day. Hasn’t it. ‘They had to take you to surgery for your arm and that took a while. There were a few bones broken.’

‘Oh.’ Was all I could say, drowsiness suddenly washed over me. ‘Have they just drugged me?’ I slurred.

‘It looks like it, night sweetie.’ He kissed my head, and then another kiss from my mum. Then it was dark.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...