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Drawing from typical tropes of supernatural or ghost stories, create a short story set in an old manor house.

Drawing from typical tropes of supernatural or ghost stories, create a short story set in an old manor house.

Writings

Haunting

I walk around this house like a ghost trapped in purgatory

I am unknown by many and seen by few

Do I do this for the lore or glory?

Or do I wish them to know what no one knew?


My name…

It’s been forsaken as years go on

I’ve chosen a life of fight not fawn

And though no one tells my story the same

I need everyone to see I was not just my families pawn.


I am a person, I know feelings and emotions

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Idk What to call tsđź’”

An old three story vintage house, white brick walls, a greyish-brown colored rooftop with a matching colored chimney, windows on the rooftop, second floor, and first. A haunting look to it and the chilling feeling you get when you get near it, almost as a supernatural creature is in the area, it feels like your in the aura of a dangerous creature. Many of trees in the backyard, they look sad. They...

There's a Fire Buring

There's a fire burning,

In the wing and swing of the old grand nursery.


The children have gone mad,

No, the nanny had.


She's passed,

Long gone from this world.


She wants the children,

But they are gone.


Died in the fire,

The fire she lit with her ghost-like hands.


Hell gave her fire,

her fiery anger turns into actual embers.


She thought burning the nursery would release the children t...

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Home Sweet Home

The flight over from the United States had been a long one for the Johnson family so when they landed at Heathrow airport, they couldn’t wait to get to the new home that Bob, Janet and their two boys Billy and Jack were moving into. Bob had inherited the new home from his grandparents earlier in the year after they had passed away., but he had never actually seen it though he was told it was huge....

100 Years Of Being Dead

After nearly 100 years of being dead, you start to realize how boring haunting is.


In a twirl of translucent petticoats, I turned to stare at the gleaming cars that pulled out of the driveway.


With an empty manor, and without any particular malice or spite, I had nothing but time to kill.


I stood still and silent in the dark kitchen. I flicked the light switch on, off, and on again. I liked ...

The Possession

It was a cold November morning, the clouds are gloomy and the sun was hidden. Jaycee was preparing to move into a new house with her husband and two kids. She was beyond excited to start a new life with her family after a tragic event.

Jaycee had just lost her twin sister, Kaycee, to domestic violence. She was brutally murdered by her boyfriend, Houston. Jaycee couldn’t imagine her life without h...

Return.

All I can hear is the crunch of the dirty old gravel as I make my way up the drive towards the delapadated old manor.

I have no interest in being here, this place holds too many memories of childhood. A time I’d rather forget. I’m here to meet the realtor and finally get this place shifted off the estate’s books. In and out, that’s the plan.


As I turn the key in the lock I feel a sudden chill r...

Friend

The little girls sat on the roof together of the old manor. Their legs dangling down. One the age of 7, the other about 12. The younger one looks over and says, “Oh I don’t think that’s a good idea Bella. I would get in big trouble.” The other girl named Bella looks at her. Her face is as pale as porcelain, her eyes look sunken in and drowsy. “But then it would just be me and you Sylvia. Forever.”...

Girl In The Bushes

I watch my children play in the manors grounds through the barred windows of my

Kitchen. There faces glow with joy as they chase eachother through the flowers and

trees. Sally’s dress blew in the wind as she dribbled through the slender trees. Then

I saw her.


There inbetween the bushes a pale face hid. Peaking out beyond the daffodils and roses a young girl. Her black hair draped over her face...

Ghosts

#1

Creaking, creaking, creaking,

Stairs, doors and floorboards.

Whistling, howling, whispering,

The wind with a mind of its own.


The torch flame goes out,

Surrounded by darkness.

They all begin to doubt

The wisdom of this jaunt.


Tentatively stepping forth,

They begin to move as one.

Up the stairs and heading north,

Looking for some light.



#2

Spooky and creepy

They haunt the living with joy

Fea...