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A few hours past, and I woke up only to feel very light headed. Although I wanted to just go back to sleep, I decided not to since my throat was also dry. I got out of the room and went downstairs, at that time I heard strange noises, and discovered that my family was not present inside the mansion. Maybe they still had a lot of luggage to unpack, or are trying to find their own rooms. After all, they're only 18 to 20 bedrooms. Hey. Who is to say that a mansion can't be that fancy. I wandered around various of big rooms just so I can look for the kitchen, when I finally found it, I heard some very silent noises that actually can sound unhearable. It occurred a few times until it became more clearer.
"Madam.............................................................."
I was a little creeped out, but I decided to ignore it. I opened the fridge and there was already a glass of ice cold water left untouched. There wasn't a single bottle and I don't even know if the water is running in this mansion, so I decided to take it. Hopefully it didn't contaminate me. I was going to head back to bed while I was drinking the glass of water. However, the more sips I took, the more my condition got worse. It was at my limit I started losing my balance, almost to the inability to be able to go upstairs. I took slow steps hanging on the rails. I was then met with a slight female chuckle, it wasn't loud, but way beyond quiet. It seemed impossible to hear. I looked around to wonder who is making all of these noise. Maybe, I'm suffering from insomnia? Or could it be my mother who is possibly reading a book? Who knows? All I know is the fact I was about to lose conscious in seconds. As I finally made it upstairs, it was a little too late. Everything was going black and my whole body was about to fall asleep on me, but not before I saw a figure from far away with only fiery red eyes glowing a bit, by then, I found myself asleep.
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Tilting my head, I was riddled with so many questions directly after he first spoke to me. Who is this man, and how did he know my name? I didn't speak at first because I didn't want to be rude to someone I just met.
"What's wrong, madam?" the man said speaking in loyalty, "No words to speak out? Is it a paralysis?" Before he would resume, I finally spoke. Hoping that he won't give me any long dialogue questions acting like he's Shakespeare, considering he has a british accent, "Have
"'Have we met?'" the man responded to my question, "Of course not!" The man turns around. This is where I should have been very very shocked, however I was still a bit nauseous from last night, as if I woke up from having like a dozen of boozes, despite the fact that I'm sober. His eyes were so red, I thought it was blood while his pupils were yellow as the sun. His skin was like a river blue. A dark river blue, in fact, I never thought it was his real skin. Either it's halloween and he has good makeup equipment or something else. Because no one normal would look like that. But maybe I'm dreaming. He bows down with his left hand in his chest and his right arm extending to the right direction and answers his name, "Staniel Ainsworth, at your service!"
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"What was the contract about?"
"
Of course his dumbass didn't read it. You can tell because he was so excited about moving in to a bigger place and having some rich fancy bullshit than focus on the things that are important. It ironically isn't surprising since this happened before and we nearly got bankrupt from that one incident. I just shrugged it off and later asked where mom and Brittle was, and dad told me their locations. Mom is in the library reading something while Brittle is messing around in his new bedroom. Probably making a mess in my opinion. I'm not cleaning up his garbage, I don't care what they command!
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I went to the kitchen and then there was another butler I saw who is actually cooking breakfast. It was a female this time. However, she was just like Staniel. A long tail, blue skin, white horns and the same colored eyes that I assume is all makeup cosplay, however. She had long hair, and was wearing a different tuxedo only a man can wear for what I recall. She turns her head to me and ask, "May I help you, Madam?"
"I
"I assume you met my baby brother, Stan!" She answered, at the very least I can call him by his nickname and not that weird ass name, "Sherylion Ainsworth at your service!" She nodded and turned her head back resume her cooking. Another weird name I just heard. So weird, I decided to call her "Sheryl" instead. "Stan was just serving you a beverage. Do you want any beverages?" she asked.
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With all that aside, I took a deep breath and just walking right back inside after a good clean fresh air. I walked to the huge sitting room to at least get some solitude. Preventing all the noises, it was then I just took a chill and decided to move on.
My memory is still stiff as I write this but
Ever since we had this mansion, my father still got so excited. I was still a little frustrated. My brother still pulled the most vicious pranks. So vicious that it made me want to thrash the little brat for once. But knowing my mother, she would confiscate all of my belongings. You can tell it was so obvious that she loves him more than me. It only has gotten worst because she always annoys me over everything. Especially "quality time" with the family. That I should "take a break from the electricity or books and stuff and relax." When she means by "relax" she means by suffer with this miserable ass family.
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What is different in this family however, is the fact that the butlers actually has shown a more family figured manner than that of my real family. Stan would always find ways to cheer me up, along with his older sister Sheryl. They would make me some nice coffee that actually makes me truly calm down. They would discuss some of the facts about my interests that I never knew about.
Stan always smiles, even in the most miserable situations. And I never knew why. Probably because he literally wants to stay positive. With all love, I actually respect that. My grandfather, prior to his death, always told my family to stay positive and smile because they at least have other things that will be a miracle. Speaking of which, I guess he was
A few months past and I was already kicking it in to my new school (currently, it was close to our winter break). I made a few new friends there. Many people seemed nice. Stan was serving me my own lunch at the time. My mother had her new job herself while Brittle was a bit bitter on his own school. Good for him that the teachers in his school were strict from what I heard. My father said he was on his way to work. After he kissed us goodbye, it was the last time I saw him.
Three days later, my mother gets a call from his job hoping that they would get him on the phone. Knowing many jobs, they like giving work skippers a piece of their mind. But mom replied to them that she hasn't seen him for three days. This is when they both filed a missing case. Since, nobody has never really seen dad in about
Here's how things started to get strange. Dusk comes by, and I woke up with butterflies randomly flowing on my stomach. I wanted to get up and stop this eerie feeling, however, my body didn't feel like moving, so I was stuck only able to move my head. When I blinked however. I saw a shadowy figure with red pupils glowing like a solar sun trying to flash at my face but wasn't able to. I wasn't even able to scream either. Just watch as it smiled at me. I then turned my head at the window and tried to go to sleep, even though it only made my stomach turn even worst. When a sudden hand gently touched my shoulder, my heart nearly skipped a beat and the only thing I heard as I felt a breath seeping down my ear was, "Sweet Dreams, lovely Madam." Before I blacked out.
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"I am terribly sorry about this cruelty," Stan apologetically said, "He requested us to bring him the rotten chalk liver we were saving for personal reasons. We had no idea he would play a prank that would result in a horrible outcome. For our punishment, we will redesign the clothes that we have made you. Again, we are so sorry."
"If Brittle wasn't born, we wouldn't have this! All this time she's been defending him and even to this day she treats him like a baby! She's so less of a mother now that I just
Stan looked at me without a single blink, he tilted his head slowly before turning his head back. "Perhaps a little bit of tea can help soothe all the trouble?" I just nodded, I spoke no more. My whole day was already as ruined as it is. Stan made a bright smile and said, "Tomorrow, we will be serving delicious cherry tea that will make you feel much much better than this current day. Sheryl and I will also try to reconsider your groundation by having a talk with your mother. Hopefully, the madam will understand us." He said as he walks out of my room, he then stops for a second and turns his head to me. "One more thing, madam?"
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I looked up at him. His smile became even different that it was just getting a bit too strange for me. While he remained smiling, the rest of his face was emotionlessly serious, he looked at me straight in his one eye and said in a most serious tone, "Becareful what you wish for." Before he turned back and walked away.
I wasn't really thirsty, but I just went right back to bed after that and relaxed while the argument between me and my mother was still fresh inside of my head. It's been midnight, I haven't been able to sleep. I ended up sweating a bit. Season hardly even changed to spring. But I somehow ended up feeling butterflies running stomach as if something was wrong, plus I was sweating for no apparent reason. I turned around, thinking if it would be possible to at least maybe look at my room a bit and believe that nothing is there. Nothing scary at the least. I hate the dark and silent alot. It's bad enough that I have a sense of fear coming in. Unless it's my brother's footsteps. He mostly creeps in my room just to pull pranks on me. And not the harmless ones either. After minutes of staring at my room, I finally went back to bed, but then within a second I heard a small crash as if somebody broken a base or whatnot. I sat up again and looked around and I saw shards on the lamp. The lightbulb exploded without even being turned on. I looked around, thinking somebody is there. I wanted to scream or at least say something, but my gut is telling me not to provoke the presence. I just layed down and hope that I can sleep it away. I was fine for a few minutes and the feeling of fear was going away. But then I heard a somewhat silent but ringing sound of a scream. It got louder and louder and
I was mad as hell at them. The next day I wake up to find out that my mom ended up disappearing. Pretty much, she must have been searching around the city to find my dad. Knowing her she would not stop at anything to check if my father was ending up in a affair. But my dad wouldn't do such a thing. Probably might have been kidnapped by some jerks who want a ransom. Because he hates perverted behavior and even would delete any pictures of any male models from my phone. He sure finds a way to hack my phone to make sure nothing goes on. Stan and Sheryl were offering me and my brother some breakfast, but I rejected mines. I couldn't get over the fact that something was horribly wrong and these two didn't even bother to show up to see what happened. I was going to head upstairs, all the while looking at the beautiful painting of two slaves being abused by their master. Just from looking at it, those two slaves has a facial resemblance that looks JUST like Stan and Sheryl. I couldn't see it clear because their faces were actually looking down showing that the two were working.
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"Damn idiot! 'What's Wrong!?" I shouted out, "Did you NOT hear the loud crash that went up in my room last night!? Was it my mom's order not to protect me from a scary figure or a thief that would have just came and take me away!? Or were you just playing it off as if nothing would happen to me!? You're supposed to protect me! I had glass nearly cutting my face and it's still in my bed AND in the floor of my room! It's a damn mess and you're just sitting there and telling me what's wrong!?"
"Oh
"CLEAN MY DAMN ROOM UP AND SECURE THE WINDOW RIGHT NOW! Or so help me I will make sure when my parents come home I will tell them what happen and make sure they will fucking FIRE YOU!"
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Shocked by the wrath roaring in my voice and lips, Stan and Sheryl answered, "Yes Madam!" and rushed into my room. Brittle stormed in the room next to the stairs afterwards. He first looked at the horrified but smiling look in their faces as they left and then angrily looked at me and shouted, "What the heck!?"
I just glared at them while they were gone. The feeling of lashing out at someone who literally loved you, helped you, and treating you as if you were a part of their family, was just like trying to get back at the people who treated you like shit for the entire time. I felt relieved honestly. It was literally my true emotion of how I felt. All I saw when I was unleashing my anger at Stan was
I kinda regretted it only a few hours later. Pretty much, because there was no need to treat them like trash just like that. However, the room was clean and the window was removed. At least it was warm outside and not windy enough to blow away a few light items that I have. Stan knocked on my door suddenly and said, "Madam Penelope? Do you have a moment?" I just looked at the door. The feeling of rue was choking my own words of apologizing. Stan opened the door and came in, while I just looked away. Stan was still smiling, but this time the rest of his face is looking a bit concerned if I'm still angry at him for his part in lacking protection.
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"Now now! You two, enough with the fighting!" Sheryl runs towards us and tried to break the fight. I immediately let go of Brittle and just punched her instead. She falls back and gives the same surprised but smiling look at me as Stan did when I slapped him. "You said you were gonna keep him from bothering me again!!!"
Sheryl was shocked and also felt even more guilt. She indeed recalled that Stan told her to keep Brittle from breaking in my room ever again. "
Brittle aggressively got up and said, "You don't have to listen to her. She's not your master!"
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Sheryl followed Brittle hoping that she can make him feel better. I was feeling more and more relieved.
Nighttime comes, and trust me when I say things started getting from bad to worst. I was already in a deep sleep. What woke me up was a sudden scream. The scream was almost like the cliche child scream movies and television shows. Not only did I sat up quickly, but my heart was beating very very rapidly. I've already suffered a series of dreams, each are like evil present events always happening. Was this mansion a curse and are Stan and Sheryl demons or something? Because no demon should be trusted. Sometimes I think it's a cosplay. Possibly to practice for halloween or something, but who knows. But as scared as I was, I was already getting sick of it. I just went downstairs to get me a cup of glass water to at least calm my worries down. But when I came back
The next day finally arrives and Stan and Sheryl made me dinner. They weren't much concerned about any of my family members' whereabouts. What was served
"I hope you enjoy our service madam!" Stan smiled politely to me. I tried the meat in favor since I like meat. I realize the taste was very different compared to Turkey or ham, but very delicious. "Wow! This is good!" I said, "What did you make in this?"
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"Oh no! Not really, it wasn't like it could have been me screaming and not being checked to see if I was okay or anything," I spoke sarcastically, "This is the third time something has happened in this house in the nighttime! For this! I want you to take down that picture of the man and the two African slaves!" It's best to punish them by word instead of physically for me. It made me feel a bit comfortable. And now that we don't know where Brittle was that day, I didn't have to lash out like I did.
Stan, however was too shocked, he looked at Sheryl, who did the same thing Stan did. Opened her eyes wide and said, "But
"Yeah, well I don't like it! I want you to take it down immediately."
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"Aww. You still believe your parents will come back to save you?" Stan said. He acted more sarcastically than that of honesty, "You didn't seem to care much about your family as much as they did for you."
Stan extends his arm and raises it up high, flames started igniting a few feet from the ground. Something raises up from the flames, as the fire fades away I saw three corpses I can be able to identify to this day. Two of which were naked and hanging from a wooden cross. Within a few seconds of looking closely at it. I realized... it was the bodies of my own family! My father's stomach was torn open, his intestines, eyes, teeth and tongue were violently removed, and so were his fingers and toes. My mother's entire skin was shredded from every inch of her body that I can only see her meat. And
I was shaking rapidly, I started feeling sick through my stomach and throat. I couldn't even believe this is real. That they're really dead. The two people I trusted from the bottom of my heart has killed my parents. I look up at Stan who turns to me. He was smiling again. However, it was more than you can imagine. His smile was more fainted, twisted and emotionless. His eyes were glowing a bit at the same time. It was as if he had no sense of humanity left in him. With his evil chuckle he said to me, "You know. I had never had such a strict and abusive master in a long time."
I was shocked. Thinking this was my fault that my family was dead. That these two were getting revenge on me for what I did to them for the days since I met them. "
"This treaty will grant your parents and little brother a chance to be escorted into paradise without any forms of torture. However, by signing this, you will also have to make a deal for you to become our master for the eternity until we are of no more use for you. However, if you decline, not only will we have to kill you, your family will definetly be sent to the pit of fire while you on the other hand will live in paradise in our granting. That is, if you really don't care about your own family enough to let them rest in peace." Stan gives me the pen and continues, "Take your time. It's best to think it out."
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I decided to write my signature of the treaty. The pen started to move and slice my arm, drawing blood on itself while I was rapidly bleeding. And then it smashes itself on the paper, splattering the blood on it.
"You have made a good and intelligent choice, Madam." Stan said with the once again twisted and evil smile, "We have already made your dressing appointments for you to wear in the morning. Other than
I couldn't remember what happened afterwards. It was all so sudden, however. Everything looked back a big normal except, all I saw was clouds and I have this huge cursed tattoo in my right arm now. It's been three days since then. I'm more alone, isolated, and it doesn't feel like peace either. I'll never be able to see the sun again either. Stan and Sheryl are still being polite to me to this day. At least they stopped the paranormal tricks at the night. But I still have yet to know what they'll do next.
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