The Mansion: A gothic tale

The moon was low on the day that Clara’s little brother went missing.

Dark and foggy, the Mansion was lonely on the top of the hill, the walls inside were cracked and bugs crawled up them slowly. The air was thick and with a scent of rotten wood. Clara, who was a young and beautiful woman with almost black hair, and with a white expression on her face. Clara was very worried about Emil her little brother. Emil had explored the mansion the day before and didn’t come home to dinner. Clara and Emil’s parents were very worried about him.

The family had called the police, but they couldn’t help. Desperation led Clara to search the abandoned mansion. The second Clara stepped through the door, she felt a cold breeze attach to her, and a heartbeat skipped. She felt like she couldn’t leave the place, and something indescribable stopped her. Inside the Mansion was almost a labyrinth, long corridors, and small rooms. The walls talked a language she couldn’t understand. It sounded old and ancient. The air was dusty and old. The sound of Clara’s footsteps disappeared in the fogginess of the small corridor. She walked a bit around the inside of the mansion and walked up to a room that looked nothing like the other rooms. A little bit of light shined in the otherwise dark mansion. She opened the creaking door and whispered “Emil?”… Nothing in response. The room was bigger than it looked from the outside, and she felt creeped about it. The whole mansion was dark, but in that room, there was a small candle lit table in the middle. Tall black candles waved silently in the wind. In fear, Clara stepped towards to the table…