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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12. Ghost of the maid

The woman is dressed in a brown plain dress with an apron tied around her middle. Hair tightly in a bun upon on her head. Her face looked stern and there was no smile in sight.

‘What are you doing down here?’ The woman’s voice boomed in the kitchen causing a small earthquake with the pans.

‘I’m sorry, I got lost.’ I stuttered. She didn’t look at me but I assumed it was me she was talking too. I turn to check if anyone else was there but there was no one.

‘Yes I know, but your mother told me off last time.’ The boisterous woman took a step towards me.

‘My mother?’ I question, do I know this woman?

‘That is a sign for you to get out. Don’t just look at me like that Tobias. Hasn’t anyone told you it is rude to stare?’ Tobias? Wait!

‘Stop that; don’t talk about your parents like that!’ Her face started to go purple another step forward.

‘Are you a ghost?’

Her head snaps up and looks into my eyes. Her mouth opens and she starts to gag.

‘Are you okay?’ I run to help but she is folding in on herself. Flames start to grow up her body, starting from her boots. I can’t move, she is already dead though what can I do?

My heart beats, as the body disappears...like nothing ever happened.

Palms sweating, I sweep my hair off my face. She said something, something to do with Tobias. Like he was here...like a memory. But why would I be shown this?

A memory would be; him getting punished by his cruel father. Getting shouted at...seeing his parents die. This has nothing to do with the story.

The feeling of death washed over me. Seeing someone dying in front of me and not being able to help, it is a horrible feeling. Like I had killed her...

My phone hovered, watching all the events that have just happened, it was mirroring me. Not being able to help, just watching...observing like when you are a student and watching the doctors do surgery. Taking notes.

Reaching up, the phone vibrated again. Another message:

‘This is Mr Dane; I got your number of Izzy. I was reading through Mr Berry’s notes and he said that you were researching about Huntington Manor. He said you were very enthusiastic about the idea. I was wondering would you like me to drive you there and I can help you?’

What should I say? ‘Sorry sir I am here and just saw a woman being burned to death.’ My head buzzed, what can I do? He would be helpless.

I typed: ‘Hi sir, I am actually at the house. Just collecting some data, I am fine though no need for help J’

That should be fine, he won’t get worried. Actually...I should have got him to help me out of here. My leg had started to increase in pain, and I could hardly walk.  Blood started to drip down my leg again; the bandage had been soaked through. Looking around I find some sort of material, maybe cotton. I don’t know but it will do. Just as I reached for it my phone went off again.

‘I am coming.’ Mr Dane.

What? No! He shouldn’t be coming. I am fine...well except from seeing someone die, but still.

Making my way back up the stairs, the hall seemed to have warmed up like a fire had been started. Every step it got warmer and brighter. Slowing down I heard footsteps, just like last time.

One.....two.....three.

‘Hello?’ I called out, no reply.

Suddenly, a squealing noise made me jump back into realization. The noise was coming from upstairs. Really? Am I going to be that reckless in one day?

Shuffling echoed down the hall, as if someone was being trailed along....a body.

Dead.

‘Is....is someone there?’My voice shook with fear. Please be a small, helpless animal. Please.

Shuffle, drags...squeal.

‘Please, is anyone there?’ Tears streamed down my face, as I started to sob.

Squeal, drags....shuffle.

A shadow leaks up the walls, eating me...trapping me. I am their pray.

Just as I started to think of my poor family, who will come home to see their daughter has been murdered by Tobias Huntington. Here he comes.

‘Sir?’ Mr Dane walks, well limps, through the shadow. You can see all his features from his feet to his worried look. ‘Gosh, you don’t know how glad I am to see you here!’

He then frowns. ‘What in the name are you doing here?!’ Even though he is angry and his voice has rose, I am so glad to see him.

‘Well, can I tell you on the way home?’

He nods, still not happy though.

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