The Manor.

Short Stories

He stood, he saw, The cobwebs, the mess. Lone and musty was the Manor. Quiet and dusty was the room. Alone in the dark, He heard a shrill voice. His breath quickened, he shook. A chill ran down his spine. He turned. And then, he breathed no more.

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