Prologue
The night was still and calm with a musty odour in the air as the old sailor boy, Peter Griffith, who was considered mad, approached the haunted manor in St Tintagel, North Cornwall. He was going to get proof that the manor was haunted. A gentle breeze made the tops of the treetops sway back and forth rustling the leaves and branches.
Peter turned on the old video camera and gave the front door of the old manor a shove. Immediately, he turned away at the foul smell coming from inside. He pointed the camera towards the staircase in front and slowly stepped inside as his hands began to shake with fear. Through the video lens, he could see a silhouette of a woman against the wall by the stair window. Peter looked up and saw nothing. He looked back in the lens and saw that the silhouette of a woman had moved forward and he could see that she was a woman dressed in the Victorian era.
I’m out of here, he thought. I’ve got all the proof I need to show that this place is haunted.
Peter turned back to the entrance and rushed towards the front door but it slammed shut with great force. He felt the hairs at the back of his neck rise up and goosebumps appeared on his forearms. His hands shook uncontrollably with fear making the video recorder drop to the floor. His body shook uncontrollably as he felt someone’s breathing on his shoulder.
Suddenly, he was lifted up high in the air by a supernatural force and thrown out the stair window, screaming.
Peter landed on top of the sharp pointy metal railing surrounding the manor on his front. The railing penetrated through his chest right through to the spine snapping it. Blood began to seep through his clothes and drip down to the ground.
A chilling and sinister female laughter rang out from the manor and up through the woods.
