My Demon

Nora Lovely has always been unique in her own way, but she's not normal in the slightest. She sees things, and sometimes hears things. She always sees a man in these visions, and she is determined to find out who he is. She soon finds out that the man in her dreams is real, but according to history is long dead. She goes in search of answers, and soon is taken captive inside a house that belonged to this man known as Iron mansion. This house holds mysteries, and the man that owns it can answer all of her questions.
She's walking amongst the Immortal, and some don't take kindly to who she resembles.


2. Iron Mansion

The waves were hitting the shore of the beach as I walked down it. I looked around to see nothing but the emptiness of the shore, I walked to the edge of the water letting my feet sink into the sand. I heard a voice come from behind me, “What are you doing on my property?” I turned around to see Jose Iron, but he looked like he’d been crying. His eyes grew wide as I turned to face him, “Maria!” His voice echoed in my head, and I was a little confused about who he was talking about. I looked around checking to see if anyone else was there, but I saw no one. 

“What? Me? No, My name is Nora.” He walked up to me putting his hand on my face, and it slowly went down it to my neck. “You look just like her. Please, get off my property.” I felt a little confused as he pulled his hand away, and he started to walk away from the shore. “Wait, I wanted to ask you something.” He turned around quickly revealing his face, it was covered in cracks all over. His entire eyes were black, “Get out now!” He screamed at me, and as he approached me fear started to form. He grabbed me by my arms shaking me, but then his face went soft again. He whispered, “Please just leave.” Before I could respond my eyes came open. 

I was in the library at the desk laying on top of the book. I gazed down at the picture of the woman he was holding. “That must be Maria, it has to be her.” I closed the book quickly placing it back where I found it, and made my way out of the library. I said my goodbyes to the librarian, and exited onto the sidewalks. I looked around to see several people walking, but I ignored it and made my way back to my dorm. It was a thirty minute walk, and with so many people out it might be longer. The trees that were lined beside the sidewalks towered like shadows in the night, it was like I remembered it from somewhere. I walked as fast as I could, pushing through the multiple people that were walking, and I made it to my dorm in forty-five minutes. I opened the door to find my room trashed, and I wished I didn’t have a roommate. 

I made my way to my dresser and pulled out a black dress, and some underwear. I went into the bathroom, and started the shower. I had to shower quickly if I wanted to go to Iron Mansion. I walked into the bathroom, and looked in the mirror. I looked a mess, thats what I get for falling asleep in a library. I showered as fast as I could, but it had to take me about twenty minutes. I got dressed quickly, and slipped into my black flat shoes. I grabbed my phones and headed for the door, and as I opened it I was met by Christiana Marcella. She was my roommate, but not that I wanted her to be. She smiled at me looking into the room, “So you saw the room?” I crossed my arms, “Yeah, I saw the room. You need to clean now, it looks like a barn for Christ’s sake.” I walked past her quickly, and she said something before I hit the corner but I couldn’t make it out. 

I shrugged and kept moving, and I was running down the halls of my dorm. “Slow down, geez!” I heard someone shout at me, but I was moving to fast to care. I hit the exit and I slowed to a walk, I walked slowly to my car. Slower than usual because those hallways took a number on me. I opened my car climbing inside just as a guy walked up to me. “Hey, you were really fast in the halls.” He was smiling almost as he was trying to flirt with me, “Yeah, thanks. I gotta go.” I started to close the door, but he caught it and held it open. “Is that anyway to treat your crush?” I nearly laughed as the words slipped from his mouth, and I covered my mouth. He was a muscular guy with tattoos all down his arms. “Are you football player?” “Yes, I am. I’m the quarterback,” he responded smugly. 

I ran my hand through my hair, “Well, who ever you are-” “Mark,” “Mark, move out the way I have places to be, and you’re making me be late.” He smiled, “Agree to go on a date with me.” I sighed, “Look Mark, I don’t like guys who like throwing balls. So piss off.”  He backed away from the door, and I slammed it shut, and started the engine. “Feisty, I like em’ feisty.” He shouted as loud as he could as I kicked the car into reverse and sped off. I couldn’t stand pigs like sports players, and especially football players. I smashed a button on the GPS system, “What is your destination?” The operator had a more realistic voice than you would think. “Iron mansion.” The operator gave me the instructions to it, and I turned the car down the deserted road in which the mansion stood in. 

The road was decorated by with rows of trees on each side of the road, and behind the trees was nothing but open land. It was beautiful here, and as the mansion came into view I saw why the land was beautiful; the house was beautiful. I pulled into the long drive way, and as I approached the mansion fear rose in me. I parked a few inches away from the house, and I climbed out slowly. The house looked it came straight out of a horror movie, and the gargoyles just added onto the creepiness. I walked up the few stairs in front of the house, and walked up the huge door. I grabbed the nob twisting expecting it to be locked, but it clicked. I pushed the door open, and the beauty of the mansion appeared. 

It was clear that the mansion was built a long time ago, but it held all of it’s beauty. I remember my teacher Mr.Sampson telling me that beauty was in the eyes of beholder. I ran my hand over the stone red painted wall, and walked up to a staircase. The house was red and white, and decor that was out into it made this house a piece of art. “What are you doing on this property,” the voice was loud! I turned to see an old woman standing by a door across the room. She was in her mid thirties, but she was approaching her good seeing how she looked. “I...I...Uh...I came to look around,” I stutter over my words as the woman approached me. 

“You not allowed to be here. This is private property.” She had a thick Irish accent, and some of her words barley even made it to my ears without me questioning what they meant. I could say nothing to what had said, she was right I didn’t have a right to be here. “I can leave if you want me to. I’m sorry for trespassing.” I turned to leave, but she grabbed my arms. I turned to look at her, “I’m afraid it’s not that easy darling.” I snatched my hand away from her, “What do you mean not that easy. I can walk out the door. It’s right-” “No, it’s a reason why no one trespasses on this property.” I walk over to the open door, and it slammed shut in front of me. “Is this some kind of joke or something? Let me out of here!” She ran her hands through her hair, “I’m not keeping you here, you just can’t leave until Lord Iron gets home. Welcome to Iron Mansion,” I turned to say something to see the room empty. “God, help me.” 

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