The brisk autumn air hits my face as soon as I step out of my vehicle into the manor's circular driveway. The leaves rustle around me as the wind blows a little bit. I walk to the stainless steel front door of the mansion, what some would call "home" but I call it my own personal hell.
The memories of the place I stayed in my childhood haunt me through every hall of this echoing manor. The servants footsteps patter through each room as they scurry to do their chores, Mother threatened them with losing their job and never being able to get hired again if they spoke of the atrocities she was inflicting on us.
Most of them died out, but most of the ones from my childhood still reside in this place.
From the front door, I walk to the kitchen, the black and gold marble countertop shining from the sunrays peeking their way through the windows.
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Unfortunate Souls
Mystery / ThrillerDeath. Comes to all when we least expect. Unless you're me. Don't worry Mother, you'll be fine.
