All Chapters of The Mansion {Madres Mansion} : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Not long after I had been set free.. Ish, the creature returns to the room and without exchanging words, it wraps it's bony and cold fingers around my left upper arm and pulls me towards the door. Normally,I would have yanked my hand out of such grip. But dare me to do so now.All I hear is silence and my own breathing.  What ever is happening, I can't make sense of and Harry for his own good should soon put an end to this madness if this is his handwork. Of course it is! Who else would kidnap me and tie me up in a room. I have wronged no one! Not even him. Uugh!  Once I step out of the room, I am welcomed by cold breeze. The corridor is a bit dark but I keep following this creature as it pulls and tugs at my arm to indicate when to stop, move or turn.  Not long after, we approach a very long and empty hall way brightly lit with the orange glow from candles . With dried leaves allover and windows on

"Why my prince, you look rather rattled. It's been long you saw someone die. Come forward" she says lovingly but yet in a creepy manner looking towards the crowd. The children here are really accustomed to silence as all I hear are my gasps, coughs and the footsteps of the person she called. "Rise" she says to me. I want to rise but i still can't get my system and secondly, she can't boss me around. She should just kill me instead."I said rise! " she screams and I feel a tingle in my throat. For fear of repition of the earlier occurrence, I place my palms on the ground and try to push myself up but I slam back into the ground as my entire body is still shaken. "Help her up!" She orders. And instantly, two creatures appear besides me. They pull me to my feet's and hold me up.I fix my gaze on my dirty and bare feets. Blisters and bruises allover them. How am I not f

  The creature pulls on my arm and I resist the pull. Although there is no more space between us, it moves closer to me as though daring me. An action which most definitely irritates me and puts the will to stand up for myself in me.  It pulls again and I stand up and push it away aggressively. The feel of touching it is inexplicable. It was as though my palms came in contact with rid cages that layed directly beneath the dark hood.  What was more alarming was it's reaction. It didn't stager as expected but rather slid across the room till it got to the door. The movement was so smooth you'd think it slid on ice.  I scream as it jumps from across the room growling and lands right before me. One hand on my neck and the other hand raised with nails which seem to have grown longer, ready to claw my face. I close my eyes as I anticipate the antagonizi

I keep my gaze fixed on this creature for fear of my life. I look up and I see the creature looking straight ahead. I want to turn to see who the creature is starring at but fear has other plans so I don't move a muscle. The creature suddenly let's go of my hair and stands up growling. It then begins to walk away ~ I really have made alot of creature enemies between last night and this morning. I get up and use my palms to brush off bust from my body. I look behind me to see who saved my life or at least even say thank you. But all I see is almost everyone's heads starring towards the bottom of the stairs. Whoever it was had apperantly began to walk down the stairs and the look of admiration seemed to be plastered on everyone's face. I can't see through the crowd so I have no idea who it was. But the British accent makes me think it's gaze boy (the white witches 'most important child') ~i gave him the na

I turn around and find a Fartello standing behind me. It looks into my full bowl and then back at me. I look away from it as I don't like this creatures and want no form of direct contact or interaction with any of them. It suddenly takes hold of my bowl and tilts it into Gabbys bowl. A little but odd starring contest is held between them for a few seconds and then it walks away. I notice Gabby tensen in her seat and then she begings to discharge the aura of discomfort.I begin to fundle with my hands under the table. I keep looking around at people who are busy eating in silence and some who are done with their.. Food.~honestly, how are they consuming this!?I keep looking around till my gaze again falls on Desmond who is apperantly done with his meal and was resting majestically in his seat his metal dancing between his fingers. His gaze is glued to me. Goodness knows for how long he had been starring. He doesn't seem to car