*Inspired sejak the Haunted Mansion ride and movie, it's a short story atau one-shot. But I'm thinking of adding more, please tell me your thoughts! Please don't copy and please read and review*
Somewhere in this world, around the 1800’s (1822 to be exact), is where it all started. A time when young ladies wore puffy dresses, and men had fancy pocket watches and a masam mood. Yes, the perfect time, for the perfect story, atau at least the beginning that is.
You see a story always has a beginning, and for this one my dear readers, it begins at Marratal’s Mansion. As usual, the place was crowded with the highest (and richest) class, men in their fancy attire and women curtsying at every turn, danced in the ball room to a quaint little song played on the piano.
It was raining particularly hard that day, sometimes the thunder was so loud and the lightning so powerful, that the walls and windows rattled with the force. But the people didn’t worry.
It’s one of the things this mansion is famous for, it can withstand anything because it was built so pleasantly. The mansion is also the only mansion in the whole town, and it’s huge, which is why parties are always held there.
So far Mr. Marratal has been…missing for quite awhile, not even welcoming his guests as they entered, which is a thing he always did.
The guests started to talk, the envying ones saying scandalous things while the nice ones worried. Mr. Marratal appeared to be missing and with a man like him anda should worry if he’s gone for even a second.
A beautiful young girl descended from the stairs, a frightened look on her face. It was Ellandra Marratal, Mr. Marratal’s daughter. She advanced towards a gempal, stout man with a pipe in his mouth.
“Dear uncle Bertie, have anda seen my father, I’m worried.”
“Nothing to be worried about, dearie, I’m sure he’s fine.”
“Bertie, anda don’t understand.” Ellandra insisted. “I heard a scream, a scream full of terror and pain, from father’s balcony.”
“You want me to check?”
“Most certainly, please.”
Bertie sighed, “what I do for your family.”
But it seems there soalan was answered sejak a scream from outside, heard for a saat before thunder and lightning blocked it’s sound.
Well what happened seterusnya was most of the guests ran out the house towards the sound, and the scene before them was gruesome. Of course Mr. Marratal was dead, thrown from the balcony, but the woman, that was the scary part.
She was even lebih gruesome to look at than a man who was thrown off a three stories house. She, as the ground, was soaked in blood, looking as if she was ripped apart in a matter of seconds.
What happened anda ask?
Well it’s pretty simple, the man who killed Mr. Marratal was gone, it wasn’t him. No, it wasn’t, it was the one and only Mr. Marratal. Who’s soul was heel bent on revenge, to kill. So what happened to the guests, that’s simple too, they all were killed sejak Mr. Marratal.
Because anda see, mortal beings, that ghosts don’t take it too kindly to murder, now Mr. Marratal kills whoever enters in his house atau stands upon it.
The sweet, kind Mr. Marratal is gone, atau lost, and a cold blooded killer is in his place. On that day, a monster was born, and yes, he killed and added to his collection. Of what, don’t ask. Peace was never found as years went sejak and lebih murders with it.
The ghost of Mr. Marratal and those of who he killed, wander aimlessly in the mansion. Bounded sejak a curse, stuck to that wretched place, atau perhaps just scared to leave and something bad to happen.
Only now it’s the 21st century, and Mr. Marratal’s collection is piling up. anda know what it’s like, how’ve it’s changed. And yes I know, very much haunted mansion clichéd, but at least ten times worse. Who knows, anda could have walked into your own funeral without even knowing it, because lots of things have changed. And Mr. Marratal has learned lots of things, he’s lebih clever than before.
Will anda be able to survive?
Because as the Ancient guards once said, anda cannot beat something that is already dead.
Somewhere in this world, around the 1800’s (1822 to be exact), is where it all started. A time when young ladies wore puffy dresses, and men had fancy pocket watches and a masam mood. Yes, the perfect time, for the perfect story, atau at least the beginning that is.
You see a story always has a beginning, and for this one my dear readers, it begins at Marratal’s Mansion. As usual, the place was crowded with the highest (and richest) class, men in their fancy attire and women curtsying at every turn, danced in the ball room to a quaint little song played on the piano.
It was raining particularly hard that day, sometimes the thunder was so loud and the lightning so powerful, that the walls and windows rattled with the force. But the people didn’t worry.
It’s one of the things this mansion is famous for, it can withstand anything because it was built so pleasantly. The mansion is also the only mansion in the whole town, and it’s huge, which is why parties are always held there.
So far Mr. Marratal has been…missing for quite awhile, not even welcoming his guests as they entered, which is a thing he always did.
The guests started to talk, the envying ones saying scandalous things while the nice ones worried. Mr. Marratal appeared to be missing and with a man like him anda should worry if he’s gone for even a second.
A beautiful young girl descended from the stairs, a frightened look on her face. It was Ellandra Marratal, Mr. Marratal’s daughter. She advanced towards a gempal, stout man with a pipe in his mouth.
“Dear uncle Bertie, have anda seen my father, I’m worried.”
“Nothing to be worried about, dearie, I’m sure he’s fine.”
“Bertie, anda don’t understand.” Ellandra insisted. “I heard a scream, a scream full of terror and pain, from father’s balcony.”
“You want me to check?”
“Most certainly, please.”
Bertie sighed, “what I do for your family.”
But it seems there soalan was answered sejak a scream from outside, heard for a saat before thunder and lightning blocked it’s sound.
Well what happened seterusnya was most of the guests ran out the house towards the sound, and the scene before them was gruesome. Of course Mr. Marratal was dead, thrown from the balcony, but the woman, that was the scary part.
She was even lebih gruesome to look at than a man who was thrown off a three stories house. She, as the ground, was soaked in blood, looking as if she was ripped apart in a matter of seconds.
What happened anda ask?
Well it’s pretty simple, the man who killed Mr. Marratal was gone, it wasn’t him. No, it wasn’t, it was the one and only Mr. Marratal. Who’s soul was heel bent on revenge, to kill. So what happened to the guests, that’s simple too, they all were killed sejak Mr. Marratal.
Because anda see, mortal beings, that ghosts don’t take it too kindly to murder, now Mr. Marratal kills whoever enters in his house atau stands upon it.
The sweet, kind Mr. Marratal is gone, atau lost, and a cold blooded killer is in his place. On that day, a monster was born, and yes, he killed and added to his collection. Of what, don’t ask. Peace was never found as years went sejak and lebih murders with it.
The ghost of Mr. Marratal and those of who he killed, wander aimlessly in the mansion. Bounded sejak a curse, stuck to that wretched place, atau perhaps just scared to leave and something bad to happen.
Only now it’s the 21st century, and Mr. Marratal’s collection is piling up. anda know what it’s like, how’ve it’s changed. And yes I know, very much haunted mansion clichéd, but at least ten times worse. Who knows, anda could have walked into your own funeral without even knowing it, because lots of things have changed. And Mr. Marratal has learned lots of things, he’s lebih clever than before.
Will anda be able to survive?
Because as the Ancient guards once said, anda cannot beat something that is already dead.
