This book is a work of fictions ,names, characters, business, organisations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author's imaginations or are used fictionally any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events or locals is entirely coinsidential .

"TO Amanda and May Zade and I will be your's"

⚠️🔞🔞 " WARNING "🔞🔞⚠️

The book ends on a cliffhanger. The contents are very dark triggering situations, such as CNC violence human trafficking and disturbing situations.

"𝘾𝘼𝙏 𝙂𝙊𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙏𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙐𝙀 𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙇𝙀 𝙈𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙀?"

"𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙐𝙀"

"the windows of my house tremble from the power of thunder rolling across the skies. lightning strikes in the distance,

illuminating the night.

In that small moments, the few second of blinding light showcases the men standing outside my Watching me always watching me.

I go through the motions , Just like I always do.

My heart skips a beat and then palpitates,

My breathing turns shallow, and my hands grow clammy. It does not matter how many times I see him , He always pull the same reaction out of me.

FEAR

And Excitement.

I don't know why it's excites me. something must be wrong with me. it's not normal for liquid heat to course through my veins, leaving tingles burning in it's wake, It's not common for my mind start wondering about things, I should not....

Can he see me now? wearing nothing but a thin tank top, My nipples poking through the material? or the shorts I'm wearing barely cover my ass? Does he like the view?

Of course he does,

that's why watches me, isn't he? That's why he come back every night,growing bolder with his leering while I challenge him hoping he will come closer, so I have a reason to put a knife to his throat..

The truth is I am scared of him, Terrified actually.

But the man standing outside my window makes me feel like I am sitting in a dark room, A single light shining from the television,where a horror flicks play on the screen.

it's petrifying and all I want to do is hide, but there is distinct part of me keeps me still, baring myself to the horror.

That find a small thrill out of it.....

It's dark again , and the lightning strikes in area further away...

My breathing continue to escalate, I cannot see him, But he can see me.

Ripping my eyes away from the window, I turn to look behind me in the darkened house, paranoid he some how found a way inside. no matter how deep the shadow go in Parsons Manor, the black and white checkered floor always seems visible .

"I inherited this house from my grandparents"...

My great-grandparents had built the three stories . Victorian home back in early 1940s through blood , Sweat ,Tears and the live if five construction workers ...

Legend says ---------or rather Nana says-------- that the house caught fire and killed the construction workers during building structure phase . I haven't been able to find any news articles on the unfortunate event, but the souls that haunt the manor reek of despair .

Nana always told grandiose stories that wrong eye rolls from my parents ,mom never believed anything Nana said ,but I think she just didn't want to .

Sometimes I hear footsteps at night.They could be from the ghosts of the worker, who died in the tragic fire eighty years ago, or they could be from the shadows that stands outside my house.

Watching me ,

Always watching me .....

                 "𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙋𝙐𝙡𝘼𝙏𝙊𝙍"

"I CAN MANIPULATE THE EMOTIONS OF ANYONE"....

       "WHO LETS ME"

"I WILL MAKE YOU HURT,MAKE YOU CRY ,MAKE YOU LAUGH AND SIGH".....

BUT MY WORDS DON'T AFFECT HIM....

"ESPECIALLY NOT WHEN I PLEAD FOR HIM TO LEAVE "....

"HE'S ALWAYS THERE ,WATCHING AND WAITING..."

"AND I CAN NEVER LOOK AWAY "....

NOT WHEN I WANT HIM TO COME CLOSER....

                    " 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒"

"I DIDN'T MEAN TO FALL IN LOVE "...

"BUT NOW THAT I HAVE ,I CAN'T STAY AWAY "..

"I'M MESMERIZED BY HER SMILE,BY HER EYES..."

"AND THE WAY SHE MOVES"

"THE WAY SHE UNDRESS "

"I'LL KEEP WATCHING AND WAITING "."UNTILL I CAN MAKE HER MINE

"AND ONCE SHE IS , I'LL NEVER LET HER GO ..."

"NOT EVEN WHEN SHE BEGS ME TO "

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I HOPE YOU LIKE MY STORY ..... "NOT MINE"..... BUT STILL I HOPE YOU LOVE THIS STORY "𝘽𝙐𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙁𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙎"......

             " 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙋𝙐𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙊𝙍 "

 ". Sometimes I have very dark thoughts about my mother ---------- no sane daughter should ever have " .......

" Sometimes, I’m not always sane".

" This woman always called Nanadramatic yet can’t see her own flair for the " ......

Pretty sure my gynecologist is an hour away, too, but I still make an

“And just because youdon’t like it, doesn’t mean I can’t live in it,” I

shoulder, and for the life of me, I can’t figure out why.

". My mother is a bitch"..... Plain and simple. She’s always had a chip on her

“Addie, you’re being ridiculous,” Mom says through the speaker on my

“Just because your grandparents gave you the house doesn’t mean you

running on fumes and have no desire to put in any more effort to keep the

for you to come visit us, won’t it?”

" effort to see her once a year. And those visits are far more painful.".....

phone. I glare at it in response, refusing to argue with her. When I have

sane daughter should ever have.

nothing to say, she sighs loudly. I wrinkle my nose. It blows my mind that

retort dryly.

.........

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have to actually live in it. It’s old and would be doing everyone in that city a

"..How did I manage to get ketchup up there?"....

“You’ll be living an hour from us! That will be incredibly inconvenient

“Nope,” I reply, popping the P. I’m over this conversation. My patience

trying to find patience weaved into the stained roof of my car.

".... Sometimes I have very dark thoughts about my mother—thoughts no

favor if it were torn down.”

Oh, how will I ever survive?

conversation moving along.".....

".....If it’s not one thing, it’s the other. She always manages to find something

the ghosts in the halls and baking cookies with Nana."......

 I have fond memories

don’t know why her personality never developed past that of a porcupine—

they were, it made sense.

she was never raised to be a prickly bitch.

grandparents gave to me. I grew up in Parsons Manor, running alongside

Nana always had a positive, sunny outlook on life, viewing the world

through rose-colored glasses. She was always smiling and humming,.......

 while

I never understood the tension between them, but as I got older and

Mom is cursed with a perpetual scowl on her face and looking at life like

to complain about.

"....... This time, it’s my choice to live in the house my...

with Nana.".........

Her glasses got smashed when she was plunged out of Nana’s vagina....

I here—memories I refuse to let go of just because Mom didn’t get along

started to comprehend Mom’s snarkiness and underhanded insults for what

".....They were, it made sense."....

"𝘽𝙐𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙁𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙎"

Nana always had a positive, sunny outlook on life, viewing the world

Parsons Manor. She could barely tolerate me, so I spent most of my

childhood in this house.

It wasn’t until I left for college that Mom moved

through rose-colored glasses. She was always smiling and humming, while

Mom?”

“Yes?”

“Fuck off.”

Mom is cursed with a perpetual scowl on her face and looking at life like

A snarl overtakes my face, fury tearing throughout my chest. “Hey,

her glasses got smashed when she was plunged out of Nana’s vagina. I

hear the tell tale chime that the call has ended.

How dare she speak of her own mother that way when she was nothing

I hang up the phone, angrily smashing my finger into the screen until I

Nana died about a year ago, gifting me the house in her will, but my

don’t know why her personality never developed past that of a porcupine—

settling in one place.

Mom sighs again through the phone. “I just wish you had more ambition

she was never raised to be a prickly bitch.

And when it did, I decided to travel around the country, never really

something more with your life than waste away in that house like your

in life, instead of staying in the town you grew up in, sweetie. Do

grief hindered me from moving into Parsons Manor. Until now.

grandmother did. I don’t want you to become worthless like her.”

Growing up, my mom and dad had a house only a mile away from

got back on my feet and my writing career took off.

out of town an hour away. When I quit college, I moved in with her until I

but loved and cherished? Nana certainly didn’t treat her the way she treats me, that’s for damn sure.

Parsons Manor is stationed on a cliff side overlooking the Bay with a

the bright yellows and oranges in the petals a beautiful contrast against the

mile long driveway stretching through a heavily wooded area.

The flowers during the spring season. Hyacinths, primroses, violas, and

I shiver, delighting in the ominous feeling radiating from this small

portion of the cliff.

It looks exactly as it did from my childhood, and it gives

away, and the black paint around the windows is chipping like cheap nail

I rip a page from Mom’s book and let loose a melodramatic sigh, turning

spearing through the gloomy clouds and looming over the vastly wooded

Sometimes, it feels like you’re on an entirely different planet, ostracized

congregation of trees separates this house from the rest of the world,

overgrowth with outstretched claws.

again with a bit of TLC. Hundreds of vines crawl up all sides of the

thicket of trees are no more inviting—their shadows crawling from the

black siding.

And in autumn, sunflowers would be crawling up the sides of the house,

And I fucking love it.

structure, climbing towards the gargoyles stationed on the roof on either

it’s starting to sag on one side.

rhododendron.

area as if to say you shall fear me. Peering over my shoulder, the dense

polish. I’ll have to hire someone to give the large front porch a facelift since

The house has begun to decay, but it can be fixed up to look like new

as me, and the three acres of clearing bursting with weeds. I bet plenty of

making you feel like you’re well and truly alone.

snakes have settled in nicely since it’s last been mowed.

Nana used to offset the manor’s dark shade with blooms of colorful

side of the manor.

.......♡