Irvianne Viel Nadala

The Haunting of the Blackwood Manor

In the small city of Blackwood, nestled deep within the thick timbers of pastoral New England, there stood a grand old manse that had seen its fair share of crazy and inexplainable happenings. The locals rumored tales of strange noises, ghostly apparitions, and unexplained marvels that had agonized the venerable structure for over a century. The old manor house sat on the edge of a vast lake, its walls festooned with ivy and its creepy Gothic armature casting long murk across the girding grounds. Some said it was accursed , others believed it was visited, but nothing could deny the profound sense of apprehension that hung over the place like a cloak. Evelyn Blackwood had inherited the house from her late hubby, a fat but reclusive entrepreneur who had been obsessed with the occult and paranormal. She had fallen in love with the sprawling estate and its graphic surroundings, ignorant of the supernatural forces that lurked within. Soon after moving into the house,Mrs. Blackwood began to witness strange fancies and creepy sounds that sounded to radiate from the walls. At night, she'd hear steps echoing in the grand staircase indeed when no bone was present. Doors would slam shut with a forceful bang, and windows would rattle as if hovered by some unseen poltergeist. unfit to understand the recreating marvels,Mrs. Blackwood hired a platoon of paranormal investigators to explore the house and uncover the source of the disturbances. Armed with their cameras, detectors, and other scientific outfit, they set about exploring the complicate chambers and corridors of the manor house. But indeed they weren't prepared for the horrors that awaited them. As they ventured deeper into the subsurface situations of the manse, they discovered a network of secret chambers and hidden galleries, each guarded by fiendish traps and deadly snares. At the furthest rung of one similar passage, they set up an creepy balcony, adorned with arcane symbols and dark immolations. It was also that they heard the whispers. At first, they allowed it was just their jitters and the creaking of old wood, but the whispers grew louder and more pertinacious, and it soon came clear that they weren't alone in the moist gravestone chamber. A figure appeared before them, wreathed in an unearthly air and sheathe in black blankets. Its eyes glowed with an violent nastiness, and its voice echoed with the power of the ocean. " You dare trespass on my sphere?" it whizzed, its face twisted in a snicker of pure hate." Begone, mortals, before I unleash the full fury of my wrath upon you." The investigators fled in terror, their minds reeling from the unearthly hassle they had just endured. They knew now that the manse was home to forces far beyond their understanding, and that it would take further than wisdom and technology to unravel its mysteries. Despite the warnings and the horrors,Mrs. Blackwood refused to leave the haunted manse. She called upon a platoon of channelers, mediums, and other supernatural experts to prop her in her hunt for understanding. Together, they excavated deeper into the mystifications of Blackwood Manor, unleashing secrets that had lain dormant for centuries. What they discovered would shake them to their veritably core. The manor house had been erected upon the remains of an ancient Indian burial ground, a place of great power and dark magic. The spirits of the dead had been trapped within the earth, unfit to move on to the afterlife, and the horrible rituals legislated byMrs. Blackwood's late hubby had only served to awaken their wrath. Now, the ghosts of the history had risen up to claim their vengeance, unleashing a shower of supernatural terror upon the living. Apparitions appeared in broad daylight, spectral hands reached out from the walls, and the air was thick with the reek of decay. Blackwood stood alone against the forces of darkness, but she'd not be defeated. With the aid of her platoon of experts, she excavated deeper into the mystifications of the history, uncovering ancient vestiges and lost knowledge that would prop her in her struggle. In the end, it was a battle of choices and head, of wisdom and supernatural power, and only one would crop victorious. But the true horror of Blackwood Manor would noway truly be subdued, for the supernatural forces that lurked within would always be staying to hurdle upon the unknowing meddler. The Haunting of Blackwood Manor remains to this day a testament to the power of wrong, and a warning to all those who dare defy the forces of the unknown. Start writing...