Chapter 9: The Floorboards Below
The image of the unscarred face in the glass, the incompatible blood types, the hair follicles in my hand – it all pointed to one [more…]
The image of the unscarred face in the glass, the incompatible blood types, the hair follicles in my hand – it all pointed to one [more…]
The hours dragged on, each minute a slow turn of the screw. I barricaded my door, though I knew it wouldn’t stop Silas if he [more…]
The power remained out through the next day. The manor grew colder, the air heavy with unspoken tension. The Pendelton relatives, now numbering six, moved [more…]
The rain started around sunset, a relentless downpour that hammered against the manor’s ancient roof. Soon, the lights flickered, then died, plunging Oakhaven into darkness. [more…]
The acrid smell of burnt paper lingered in the air, a constant reminder of Silas’s impulsive act. My phone, still dead from lack of signal, [more…]
Evelyn’s eyes narrowed, her knuckles white as she gripped the edges of her document. “Nonsense. You’re trying to confuse us.” “The trace elements in this [more…]
The next morning, the smell of fresh coffee and bacon wafted from the main kitchen, a stark contrast to the stale air in my cramped [more…]
The oak door shuddered again, the wood groaning against its frame. I pressed myself against the wall, the heavy silence of Oakhaven Manor amplifying every [more…]
Part 1 Two hours later, he died in a locked room with no medical explanation, leaving me trapped in a decaying Savannah estate surrounded by [more…]
A long time later, night fell over the Richmond District. The fog had rolled in, muffling the distant sounds of the city. I stood in [more…]