The cold breeze in my face, clinging tightly to my bare arms. My arms wrapped around my torso in an attempt to keep me warm. Tears streaming down my face as memories of Harry's cruel betrayal flood my mind. Of all days, he chose my birthday to hurt me. 

My red pumps creating a gentle click sound with every contact it made with the tarred road. Creating the only sound the night breeze brings to my ears. Asides my sobs and the distant barks of the neighborhood dogs. 

My third sense is sudden activated as I sense I'm being followed. I smell danger. Walking alone on such desolate streets doesn't seem like the best idea I could have come up with. I wasn't thinking straight when I made that choice. I should have called my driver to come get me!. 

This creepy feeling becomes more intense and I decide to do the one thing I know I'm good at; run!. 

I throw my purse and phone away as I begin to run in frenzy I feel something hot on my trail, when I look back, all I see is dark fog. The more reason to run faster. 

The road fairly lit by moonlight, my heart in my mouth and prayers of help and mercy escaping my lips. 
Finally, I hear music playing from loud speakers. I'm close to civilization!. 

I keep running frantically. One of my pumps gone. Soon I see a club in sight with a few people outside. I begin to scream for help when a figure suddenly appears before me. In fear, I make to run in the opposite direction but another figure is right behind me. 

Next thing I know; i'm surrounded by darkness. 
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Imagine waking up in an abandoned Gothic castle in the middle of no where. With an immortal creap as your new 'mother' and over a hundred strangers as your new siblings. 

Where love is a crime, hope is a dream and rebelion is a death contract. 

A dark tunnel with no light whatsoever, would you survive??

Let's follow our protagonist into this breath taking journey and find out what could possibly be worst than this.

The Mansion {Maders Mansion}

 I take a deep breath as I know my story isn't as horrible as theirs but still burns a hole into my heart every time I think of it. 


 I jump in fear when an ear splitting pop sound interupts my sleep. I am still looking around my massive pink bed room trying to figure out from where the sound came when another is heared. 


 Out of fear I jump out of bed only for my feets to land in alot of pink balloons. The pop sounds continue and in fear that they may actually be gun sounds, I grab my stuffed bunny, cover my ears and begin screaming as I exit my room. 


"Mom!! Dad!!! Jason! Oscar! Andrew!.... " I keep screaming as I make my way down the stiars as the pop sounds won't stop. 


"Mr. Jacob!!? " I scream again when noone replies... 


Tears begin to escape my eyes when my calls are met with dead silence. What's going on!? 


 I keep running and soon I find my self at that backyards doorway. 
