The lights went out in the child's bedroom, already upon him was a feeling of unusual blindness, that was one of a frequent common function. Tyler, a ten year old boy of brown hair and blue eyes, went to sitting up from his bed once his parents silently crept out of the bedroom and proceeded to grab his notepad and what ended up was a peculiarly curious sketch of a vivid, clearly hand drawn and incredibly creative art of a skeleton with two horns growing from both the front and a miniscule look at two growing from the back. The air breeze that was out of his window was one of calm subtlety and was astoundingly relaxing. What was situated in front of the tree house outside was a tree with thick lines and dead twigs and it's swaying went through a relaxingly soothing manner. "What do they think of themseleves" Tyler thought to himself when having images of his parents do they send him to sleeps as a hunger for the secretive events. To Tyler's horrifically accurate emotions, he felt rather tense and proceeded with moving his head left to right until he felt a small scratch on the back of his neck and let out a miniscule evidence to his pain when briefly touching the red mark. Tyler was home to Sester Manor, a manor in the American rural countryside of the isolated village of Seston. His parents Livia and Michael had put him to bed and as he drifted off to sleep that tension again. It was an angrily abnormal tension and went back to frequently swishing head severley frantically to one direction on the left to the other on the right. The midnight sun arose and awoken to a whole field and tree linings littered of the outside forest with what seemed to Tyler to be much more than overwhelmingly positive emotions. It seemed. The sky didn't smell of a curiously upsetting red, the birds drifted off flexibly through the soft sky and there didn't seem to have a bad thought in sight. His mother went in to give him his lunch "Tyler, don't you know what time it is?" she said to her son with astoundingly kind eyes and a clear sweetness. "Don't worry. I was only drawing all night." His mother had always respected honesty and knew more than likely this was what he was genuinley doing since both her and Michael knew about their son's enormously impeccable passion for art, how it can convey emotion and expression and for it's beautiful usage with that approach and how you can go anywhere and everywhere you want with it. Tyler twitched his eyes and his mother asked "Are you okay, Tyler? Do you need anything?"

"No, perhaps not. Perhaps I need to go in the woods for some of the healthy countryside air."


His mother smiled back at him once again.

"Alright but eat your lunch first, it's your favourite, ham and cheese toastie"


The breeze proceeded towards a calmingly soothing sound that swept Tyler away to a lot of pictures to draw and how to be his own imaginative free spirit. Slowly, over the slightly creaky floor, Tyler went up to the window and aggressively shut the curtains as if he was irritated by them, ran downstairs to the manor where an astoundingly narrow hallway with a red carpet was upstairs and another with a blue carpet downstairs with statues at every corner of the house representing it's realities of wealth, which made Tyler feel sick to the point, he wanted to die.



As he left the manor and retreated to the nearby woodland he was greeted by birds chirping making their way from trees to another, the casual but wonderfully beautiful sounds of the trees swaying in the wind and a dead rabbit with blood pouring out of it's neck that more than likely had been striken by a wild fox. Tyler started to sweat and felt something was attempting to leap out of him but was forcing itself and Tyler kept resisting, denying any urge he had with the fox. Everything was going so fast in a ceaseless, nervous panic with all tension focusing on himself and his hunger and in no time, when control was severley impossible and the desire was overwhelmingly uncontrollable he grabbed the fox in one swift motion and started eating the end of it's tale and stayed in the woodland all day eating the insides of the innocent animal and ended his day in the woodland sobbing for two hours until he heard his mother calling him back inside for roast dinner. The trees stopped swaying, very noticeably lied a stray of continiously haunting emotions of guilt, suffering, disgust and innocence. All that lied between the woodland and the field was Sester Manor and it's history for he will be part of.


Credit: Thank you Mike Flanagan for inspiring me to write this story. Your shows and movies are absaloutley incredible and true forms of imaginative filmmaking and storytelling. I was inspired to write this from Haunting of Bly Manor and Hill House, Midnight Mass, Hush and Oujia: Origin of Evil.