The Master of the Mansion

Sarah felt a surge of panic, as she stared at the gate. She couldn't believe that the mansion had fooled her so easily. She had walked right into its trap, and now she was back where she started. She wondered if there was any way to escape, or if she was doomed to be its toy forever.

She looked around, hoping to find another exit, or a clue, or anything that could help her. She saw nothing but the fog, the road, and the lantern. She felt a cold sweat on her forehead, and a shiver down her spine. She heard the wind howling, and the rain pouring. She heard the mansion creaking, and laughing.

She heard a loud click, and saw the chain and padlock fall to the ground. The gate swung open, and a dark figure emerged from the shadows. It was a man, dressed in a black suit and a top hat. He had a pale face, a thin mustache, and a wicked smile. He held a cane in his hand, and a key in the other. He walked towards Sarah, with a confident stride. He spoke, with a deep and raspy voice.

"Hello, my dear. I've been expecting you. Allow me to introduce myself. I am the master of this mansion, and the lord of this world. You can call me Mr. M. And you are Sarah, the last survivor of your foolish friends. How do you do?"

Sarah felt a surge of fear, as she looked at the man. She recognized him from the portraits and the paintings that she had seen in the mansion. He was the original owner of the place, the one who had built it, and the one who had died in it. He was the source of the evil, and the cause of the horror. He was the mansion, and the mansion was him.

She backed away, trying to get away from him. She shouted, with a trembling voice.

"Stay away from me! You're dead! You're a ghost! You can't hurt me!"

Mr. M chuckled, and shook his head. He said, with a mocking tone.

"Oh, my dear. You are so naive. I am not dead, nor am I a ghost. I am something much more. I am a god. A god of this world, and of this mansion. I have the power to create and destroy, to bend reality and defy logic, to make your dreams and nightmares come true. I can do anything I want, and no one can stop me. Especially not you."

He reached out his hand, and snapped his fingers. Sarah felt a jolt of pain, as she saw a flash of light. She looked down, and saw a wound on her chest. Blood was dripping from it, staining her clothes. She felt dizzy, and weak. She fell to the ground, clutching her wound. She looked up, and saw Mr. M standing over her. He smiled, and said, with a cruel voice.

"You see, my dear. I can hurt you. I can hurt you very much. And I will. I will make you suffer, and beg, and scream. I will make you wish you were never born. I will make you my plaything, and my trophy. I will make you mine. Forever."

He bent down, and lifted her chin. He leaned in, and whispered in her ear.

"Welcome to the mansion, Sarah. Welcome to hell."```

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