He was trapped. He didn't feel anything but cold. He couldn't see anything for it was dark. All he smelt was the stench of meldew and dust. The only thing that he could remember is running. To what or from what, he didn't know but it was getting colder by the second. Madam Leota had warned him that he should be mindfull of his surroundings, for they would change and fast. Yes it was true, for he was running on the grounds of the mansion's vast woods, and then running into darkness that wouldn't let up. Something was indeed amiss, for only things like this happen when a curse is placed upon someone. Was it him the curse was meant for? No, he did not think so for he lived the very humble life of a servant and never was out of line or against anyone. Curses are for the people who do wrong doings and never take the responsibility for their actions. He was determined to find a way out. Even if there was no way out. He just kept running. To find light, to find hope, and to find her.
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Haunted(haunted)
Short StoryIn the 18th century two teens fall madly in love with each other, but a dark force tears them and their reality appart leaving behind the ghost of what could have been. Three centuries later, a girl discovers a huge mansion that is said to be haunt...
