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The mansion
#WritcoStoryPrompt34
The mansion loomed over them as they approached it. Her heart sank with a foreboding that ran like rivers through her entire body. Suddenly she wasn't sure if it was such a great idea to be part of this investigation...
The iron wrought gate was as foreboding as ever.It opened reluctantly, protested with loud noise.
Preeti stood there reminiscing about her friend Sakshi. She used to come here with her friend in their childhood.Sakshi always said,she was sole inheritor of the mansion but she just couldn't bear staying indoors.Sakshi and her would than race upto old oak tree, play for hours but evening's meant parting and Sakshi always turned pale at thought of going back to her room.
Heavy ivy crawled all over the mansion, blocked sunlight from invading it.Sakshi's room she remembered was on third floor last room, overlooked the huge grounds.The ivy had crept inside her window, over the walls and devoured everything bright.
She turned to the guy beside her feeling a bit light headed. The loss of Sakshi,her only friend had hit her hard.
"How long? "
"We just have to go to that room,that's it"
She felt weak in her knees, wondering how she would reach the room.
The woman beside the guy whispered something but Preeti was busy staring at the window sill where Sakshi had stood just before she jumped to her death. Smiling serenely, wearing her favourite white night gown,waving at her for one last time.Just a day before her death they had a chance meeting.
" This mansion comes alive at night Preeti " she had whispered slowly,looking sideways worried if the walls would hear her.
" It wants to engulf me and suck my soul... These red bricks are not red.Its the blood of all the people before me" Sakshi had then turned pale suddenly scurried away afraid of something.
As Preeti reached the room of her friend, suddenly the room clicked and locked itself. The room was bare except for a bed that was too heavy to move.The walls had a faded yellow colour and that dreaded window was barricaded.Preeti could feel the wind whispering something like die...die... Die... She felt bile rise in her mouth.
" Let me out " She screamed banging the door.
" This place is alive, it will eat me up... the walls are closing in.For God's sake let me out please..."
She sat with eyes screwed shut, her head between her legs and rocking herself slowly, below that window.The shadows on the wall were moving
"Who is there?" She cried
Shadows danced, celebrated her capture. The scratch marks under the window had traces of blood in them. They looked fresh only a few days older.
"Don't worry it's for Preeti's own good.She thinks she is a detective and may harm someone accidentally.We will be keeping her isolated in this room for sometime, observe and medicate." the guy told an old sobbing woman.
The end
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I know these type of stories are common but what to do my mind cooked up this story for this particular prompt.
© gary
The mansion loomed over them as they approached it. Her heart sank with a foreboding that ran like rivers through her entire body. Suddenly she wasn't sure if it was such a great idea to be part of this investigation...
The iron wrought gate was as foreboding as ever.It opened reluctantly, protested with loud noise.
Preeti stood there reminiscing about her friend Sakshi. She used to come here with her friend in their childhood.Sakshi always said,she was sole inheritor of the mansion but she just couldn't bear staying indoors.Sakshi and her would than race upto old oak tree, play for hours but evening's meant parting and Sakshi always turned pale at thought of going back to her room.
Heavy ivy crawled all over the mansion, blocked sunlight from invading it.Sakshi's room she remembered was on third floor last room, overlooked the huge grounds.The ivy had crept inside her window, over the walls and devoured everything bright.
She turned to the guy beside her feeling a bit light headed. The loss of Sakshi,her only friend had hit her hard.
"How long? "
"We just have to go to that room,that's it"
She felt weak in her knees, wondering how she would reach the room.
The woman beside the guy whispered something but Preeti was busy staring at the window sill where Sakshi had stood just before she jumped to her death. Smiling serenely, wearing her favourite white night gown,waving at her for one last time.Just a day before her death they had a chance meeting.
" This mansion comes alive at night Preeti " she had whispered slowly,looking sideways worried if the walls would hear her.
" It wants to engulf me and suck my soul... These red bricks are not red.Its the blood of all the people before me" Sakshi had then turned pale suddenly scurried away afraid of something.
As Preeti reached the room of her friend, suddenly the room clicked and locked itself. The room was bare except for a bed that was too heavy to move.The walls had a faded yellow colour and that dreaded window was barricaded.Preeti could feel the wind whispering something like die...die... Die... She felt bile rise in her mouth.
" Let me out " She screamed banging the door.
" This place is alive, it will eat me up... the walls are closing in.For God's sake let me out please..."
She sat with eyes screwed shut, her head between her legs and rocking herself slowly, below that window.The shadows on the wall were moving
"Who is there?" She cried
Shadows danced, celebrated her capture. The scratch marks under the window had traces of blood in them. They looked fresh only a few days older.
"Don't worry it's for Preeti's own good.She thinks she is a detective and may harm someone accidentally.We will be keeping her isolated in this room for sometime, observe and medicate." the guy told an old sobbing woman.
The end
---------------xxxx---------------------------
I know these type of stories are common but what to do my mind cooked up this story for this particular prompt.
© gary
