- Created for the purpose of the Halloween Vault -
On Halloween night, things always go bump in the night in the lonely pages of Spookerella. Whilst the dead wander the earth, haunting those who are still among the living, Spookerella waits for a fo...
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As I tried to sleep in the room that Lord Windfall had given me until our marriage in late November, I couldn't help but hear the strange sounds coming from below the mansion which marked his estate.
Even now, I could still hear screams and the sound of hysterical crying. It had haunted me since I had been turned away by his servants. They had claimed that it was an experiment of his and the screams and cries were mere mechanical objects to help manage the farm land of the estate.
Deciding that enough was enough, I get out of bed, the flowing nightgown falling to my ankles. I reached towards the dresser where the silk dressing gown normally resided – it was so warm in here – and wrapped it around me.
My heart thundered against my chest, beating to be free. It was clear to me that my fear would be the only thing holding me back from seeking the truth about my future husband. I really wanted to trust him and what the servants said, but the unwelcome tone of anyone snooping or trying to go towards the darkened corridors, the attic or even the basement sends shivers down my spine.
An uneasy feeling settled into my very being. It was hardly fun to dwell on someone being a possible murderer, least of all someone that I am living with and will soon marry.
The easy option would be to run away instead of confirming my suspicions of something peculiar being at play here. The harder option would be to discover what was happening and then act as though I did not know anything, but that I am still curious.
I still could not quite understand how someone so handsome, loyal and sweet could turn out to be so mysterious. I wish I could find the not knowing just as attractive as all of his other traits, yet I find it incredibly hard to when I do not know that much about him. What did I really know about him?
From all of the talks and walks we have been on in order to take my mind elsewhere, Lord Windfall seems to be keeping a secret. From between the lines and how he dodges my many questions, he seems to be hiding something from me. At times it has looked as though he has debated confiding in me, other times it seems he is wanting to keep it from me.
Only certain areas of this mansion are safe. Others are either forbidden or condemned by Lord Windfall and the previous owners whom he speaks of less than frequently. A nervousness shifts through him as he speaks of them. I choose not to press for answers. Instead, I choose to find them for myself.
I open the door to my room, the moonlight filtering into the hallway from the large arched hash windows. I peeked out down either end of the corridor before making my way down the right corridor towards the large oak door at the end.
If anyone walked down here to check on me, I would be exposed by the bright light of the full moon tonight.
I yanked the door open as quickly as I could, and a brisk breeze ran down the corridor at the force I had put into it, ruffling my hair as it flew back behind me. I took a small step back to help keep my balance before pressing on down the dark corridor.
