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.

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13. Edward

‘So are you going to explain?’ Mr Dane looks at me sternly, after putting my bike in his jeep and I climbing in I hadn’t said a word. I sort of hoped he would forget or couldn’t be bothered knowing. But he asked the question just as we reached the bottom of the hill.

Looking over at him, his face is scrunched up, like something smells bad, glaring at the traffic.

‘Well...’ I explained why I went to the manor in the first place. How I had forgotten my phone the first time. But the only thing I missed out was about the ghost.

All of the time I ranted on, Mr Dane kept his eyes on the road like he wasn’t listening. He coughs, making me jump since the long break of silence.

‘Right.’ Is that all he can say right. What about ‘oh are you okay?’ how is your leg? ‘It looks like you have seen a ghost?’

My head snapped up, how could he have known. He can’t read minds....

‘You look pale and shocked.’ A wheeze of relief was released from my lungs.

‘No, I hurt my leg.’ Lifting it up, he averted his eyes from the road.

‘Ouch! We best get you to a doctor.’ I really didn’t want to go see one, I would be fine but I don’t think I would like to argue with Mr Dane again.

In front of me, a strict looking man observed my bleeding leg. Pushing his glasses up his wonky nose, he sniffed.

‘Right how did you do this?’ This was the question I did not want to answer but I had too.

Looking over at Mr Dane he nodded saying he will tell. ‘We were on a trip and she caught herself on a sharp bit of wood.’

The strict looking man sneered at Mr Dane. ‘And you are?’

‘I am Mr Dane, Willow’s here teacher.’ Mr Dane looked the man up and down. Mr Dane was a good ft taller than him; they were having a glaring match. I broke the snarls with a slight cough.

‘Right, I will need your full name and age. Also where you work, I can’t have random people coming in claiming they are a teacher. You know...safety.’ The doctor seemed he had got one other on Mr Dane. But he was not phased he simply nodded.

‘Edward Dane. Born 12th December 1990. I am a supply teacher currently working at St. Louise’s as Willows history teacher.’

The doctor seemed to be embarrassed; he nodded and carried on working on my leg. I looked up at Mr Dane, or Edward, and smiled. He smirked back and shook his head to say ‘I always get it.’

I guess I know why, he is only 20 and looks very young for that age he looks more around my age. And if he is saying he is a teacher as well it is a bit risky.

After getting patched up Mr Dane took me to my favourite coffee shop.

‘Are you sure Sir, I feel like I am stealing money of you!’ Mr Dane had just offered me a whipped hot chocolate. I really wanted it but I felt like I should do something for him seen as though he saved my life, took me to the doctors and now getting me a drink!

‘Edward, call me Edward. And yes that is why I offered you one.’ He smiled; I was really getting to like him now.

‘Okay Edward, thanks.’ We laughed as we took our seats near the window.

Halfway through my drink, I saw a flash of black run past the window. Then another and another. They weren’t small they were like humans. At first I thought they were bikers but they were going to quick plus the silhouette wasn’t shaped like a bike.

Suddenly, as about three ran past one stopped. When it stopped though it stayed like a black blob, flickering in the wind, it reminded me of a black white movie, a bad one at that. It seemed to be staring into the shop...straight at me. 

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