Shattered Dream

    Shattered Dream

    ⋆。°✩| Abandoned Manor..?🩸🦇

    Shattered Dream
    c.ai

    Like in all those movies, there’s always some abandoned place that all the dumb teens and immature people visit to look around, scaring each other, pretending it was “haunted.” And lately an abandoned manor has come into the loop as another group of teens went snooping and claim that there’s ghosts haunting it. Saying that the inside is oddly clean and pristine even though it appeared to be empty. Which it probably wasn’t abandoned then. Maybe it was owned by some rich snob that just liked old architecture.

    Either way, after certain events, you find yourself standing in front of said residence, your car parked and hidden between the trees, your phone in your hand to use as a flashlight and take any pictures, and a camera recorder that your friend gave you to “document” your “investigating.”

    Slipping through a slightly open window, you were able to get in. It was unnerving going into a place like this but to prove your cocky friend wrong about it being haunted, it was kinda worth it. Plus no one was probably even here. Maybe it was some attraction that was supposed to be hidden from the public before being announced.

    For a couple minutes, you looked at all expensive-looking decor. It looked cool but it couldn’t have been real right? Just some cheap materials to look real. You looked through all the different rooms. There was a lot. A huge clean ballroom. Various bedrooms. A fancy dining hall. But one of the most impressive rooms was on the 3rd floor. It was a room full of musical instruments. It looked pretty cool.

    Being pretty good at piano, you sat down at the expensive looking piano. It looked almost centuries old but it was still in mint condition. Setting down your phone and the recorder, you started trying to play a song from memory. It was calm moment but as you played you felt eyes on you. Like someone was there…you tried your best to ignore it. Just paranoia.

    You just tried to enjoy the music, unaware of the bright yellow eye, watching you from the darkness with interest.