The Haunting of Ashford Manor

Ashford Manor has always been a subject of local legends. His towering stone walls and Epheus windows embedded in the hills of the sleepy village of Briarwood seemed to have seen the city with a sense of calm prediction. The Manor House was abandoned for decades, and the once large hall became hollow with forgotten memories. Villagers whispered the story - there was also a language of treasure hidden deep within the walls, but others claimed that the curse had hit the property long ago.

On a cold autumn night, Lily Harper, a curious young woman with history and supernatural affection, arrives in Briarwood. She had heard stories of Ashford Manor from locals, but she was always skeptical of ghost stories. For them, they were only inventions that foolish people must be scared of. However, a strange sense of intrigue was washed when she walked down the cobblestones of the village and saw the rotten silhouette of the mansion. Something was there when I called her.

decided to reveal the truth, and the next day Lily headed to Manor House. The gate was rusty and half was open as if invited. She gently pressed it, and a creak of metal sent a shower over her spine against it. The overgrown gardens around the Manor House were incredibly quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind disrupting the silence. A sense of fear lingered in the air as she approached the door of the magnificent house, but her curiosity pushed her forward.

pushed up the door and moaned at it, unveiling it in a huge lobby covered in dust and stone nests. The air was thick with the scent of collapse, and the boards smeared under its weight. Sunlight files through broken windows and casts long, jagged shadows into the room. Lily's mind competed as she continued her way into the house and echoed the stairs through the empty hall. She had heard stories of the tragic history of Ashford Manor. This is where a young woman named Eleanor Ashford was found dead in mystical circumstances for a century. Some said she died of heartache, while others believed it was a murder, but no one ever solved the puzzle.

Lily wandered deep into the Manor House and her flashlight as she explored the spectacular staircases and numerous rooms. If she had done it, the atmosphere would be suppressed. The walls appeared to be closed around, and a strange cold settled in the air. It wasn't just about design - he was as if she couldn't see anything she was looking at and waiting for it to open the secrets of the house.

When Lily entered the salon, she noticed a large portrait on the wall. It was a painting of Eleanor Ashford, a woman whose tragic death had long been following Manor's house. Her eyes seemed to follow Lily as she moved. But it wasn't the painting that caught her attention - it was the weak sound of her footprints. She turned around, her heart hit her chest, but no one was there. The room was empty.

A gust of wind rattled the windows, and the temperature seemed to drop even further. The sound of the stairs became louder and now accompanied by soft and sad whispers, which seemed to be repeated on the wall. Lily's breath accelerated and turned, but as she reached for the door she hit her with a deafening slam. She jumped up and down, her spirits competing. Panic began to begin, but she calmed herself down. She had to go out.

Suddenly the whispers became louder and more vivid. They were no longer vague tweets, but the clear voices of a sad, runaway woman. "Help me," he whispered. "I didn't think this was happening."

Lily's blood ran coldly as she realized that her voice hadn't come anywhere. It was around her, as if the house itself was talking to her. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling.

The whisper faded, and for a moment the mansion was silent again. The doors then slowly opened, revealing a narrow corridor leading to the basement. Lily's heart raced when he hesitated. She had heard about the hidden underground room where Eleanor's body was found. Was the answer here? Was that the key to understanding the secret?

On a deep breath, Lily stepped into the darkness of the hall. The temperature dropped even further as they descended the stairs into the basement. The air was thick with the mildew and a slight echo scent - something that had been buried underground for too long. She reached the floor and was in a small, weakly lit room. In the middle of the room was a large, decorated mirror, which was broken and cloudy with age. But it wasn't the mirror that caught her attention - it was the person standing in front of her.

The woman was pale and wore an old fashioned dress. Her eyes were hollow, full of sadness and despair. Lily froze, her breath caught in her neck. The woman's lips separated, and the words that came out were barely whispered. "I didn't want anyone to die."

Suddenly the room was filled with deafening collisions, and the lights flickered. In the darkness, Lily could hear the sound of the stairs approaching, and a soft whisper filled her mind. When the cold engulfed it, she realized that the spirit of Eleanor Ashford Manor had never really left. She was tied to her sadness and guilt, waiting for someone to reveal the truth.

And at that moment, Lily was understood - some stories should never be resolved. Some ghosts should never rest.