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.


4. Safe


Spasms shake my whole body, as I rode shakily home on my bike. What has just happened? Whose screams were they? My heart was in my mouth when I arrived home. Looking behind, to see if anyone has followed, it is safe I run and bolt the door.

Heart pumping, brow dripping I fall to the ground in a heap. What the hell is that house? Are the rumours true, Tobias Huntington still roams the corridors?

Footsteps approach me: ‘Willow Tree?’ Mum. ‘Baby, what’s wrong?’ I lift my head out of my coffin. Her face is full of concern, and I can see her eyes dart towards the phone.

‘I’m alright Mum, just tired from my ride.’ I ache as I stand up. I hate lying to my mum but it is half of the truth, just not all of it.

‘Okay Baby, you look very pale. Go straight to bed.’ She folds me into her arms and kisses my forehead.

‘I will mum.’

‘Good, sweet dreams sweetie.’ I hope.

I can’t go to sleep though, I need to look at the pictures and start my report. Opening my camera case a small object falls out. A leaf. A dead one at that, but still a leaf. Turning it over in my hands I see something scribed on it: ‘Run!’ What? How can a leaf have writing it my mysterious poet again? I place the leaf with the note I found earlier and fold it in my drawer. This is just weird.

I put the lead into my laptop and wait for the pictures to load. One at a time each one loads. There are about ten so it does not take too long. When it is finished, I pull out my chair and take a seat. The first two pictures are a bit blurry, but luckily the others are perfect.

The pictures of the manor are clear and detailed. I look at the first one. It is the front part of the house. I search it, to find any secret findings but there is nothi- hang on, what is that. All of the windows are stain glassed but there is one...its plain no pattern. But that’s not what made my stomach twist. The window isn’t empty; there is something...someone there. With ashy black hair.

©Copyright Samantha Hallwood

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