Haunting Adeline

{ PROLOGUE 1 }

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 moment , the few seconds of blinding outside my window.

Watching me . Always watching me.

I go through the motions, just like i always do .

My heart skips a beat & then palpitates, my breathing turns shallow, & my hands grow clammy .

It doesn't matter how many times I see him , he always pulls the same reaction out of me.

Fear .

And Excitement.

i don't know why it excites me . Something must be wrong with me.

it's just normal for liquid heat to course through my venis, leaving tingles burning in its wake .

it's not common for my mind to start wondering about things i shouldn't.

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

Of course he does.

That's why he watches me, isn't it ?

That's why he comes back every night, growing bolder with his leering while i silently challenge him.

Hoping he'll come closer, so I have a reason to put a knife to his throat.

{ PROLOGUE : 2 }

The truth is , I'm scared of him . Terrified actually.

But the man standing outside my window makes me feel like I'm sitting in a dark room ,

A single light shining from the television where a horror flick plays on the screen.

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

That finds a small thrill out of it.

it's dark again, & the lightning strikes in areas further away.

My breathing continues to escalate.

I can't 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 that he's somehow found a way inside.

No matter how deep the shadows go in Parson's Manor the black & white checkered floor always seems visible.

I inherited this house from my grandparents .

My great parents had built the three- story Victorian home back in the early 1940s through blood, sweat & tears & the lives of five construction workers.

Legend says-- or rather Nana says - that the house caught fire & killed the construction workers during the 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 wrung eye rolls from my parents .

Mom never believed anything Nana said , but I think she just didn't want to.

Sometime i hear footsteps at night .

They could be from the ghosts of the workers who died in the tragic fire eighty years ago ,

Or they could be from the shadow that stands outside my house.

Watching me .

Always watching me .

~ Chapter : 1 ~

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

Sometimes , I'm not always sane .

Sarina Reily ( Fl's Mom )

*says through the speaker on her phone* " Addie, you're being ridiculous.''

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

When I have nothing to say , she sighs loudly.

I wrinkle my nose .

It blows my mind that this woman always called Nana dramatic yet can't see her own flair for the dramatics.

Sarina Reily ( Fl's Mom )

" Just because your grandparents gave you the house doesn't mean you have to actually live it ."

Sarina Reily ( Fl's Mom )

" it's old & would be doing everyone in that city a favor if it were torn down. "

I thump my head against the headrest, rolling my eyes upward & trying to find patience weaved into the stained roof of my car.

How did I manage to get ketchup up there ?

Adeline [ FL ]

*retort dryly* " And just because you don't like it, doesn't mean I can't live in it."

My mother is a bitch. Plain & simple. She always had a clip on her shoulder, & for the life of me , I can't figure out why .

Sarina Reily ( Fl's Mom )

" You'll be living an hour from us ! That will be incredibly inconvenient for you to come visit us, won't it ? "

Oh, how will I ever survive ?

Pretty sure my gynecologist is an hour away, too, but I still make an effort to see her once a year .

And those visits are far more painful.

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