☆○o Prologue o○☆
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"Down By the Bay,
Where the watermelon rot,
If you go home,
Just don't get caught.
But if you doo...
My mother will say,
Never trust the man under the sand,
Down By the Bay..."
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Their breathing was soft, almost like a feather. But of course, they were anything but.
They were not your guardian angel, they were not the devil himself. They were something in between. They were the ghosts of the Blaire Mansion.
Surrounded by a forest on its back side with a lake on the back end of its borders, the Mansion sits as a reminder of the city's dark history, buried deep with the people who had died. The woods behind it were thick, with life, with leaves, with everything. It was a maze of trees, the only landmark was the lake.
Deep sapphire with a deep red under coat, the lake was never a safe place. At least a few had died from the ghost there.
The house was not much better.
It was worse.
There were quite a few more, and it was not as safe as somewhere like the outside.
With deep green outside and peeling paint, the roof was as dark as midnight and the windows were brown with rust and grime. They barely opened now, but that didn't matter.
No-one had lived in this house for years. Maybe that's why the garden is overgrown.
Speaking of the garden, the lush bushes that used to be trimmed had overtaken the sidewalk and driveway. The gravel was barely visible. The concrete had cracks inside of it from the vines and roots. It was not pretty.
In a way, it was actually. The garden looked like a mystical forest, even though nobody tended to it. Maybe people thought it was scary that it was so pretty. Like a deadly flower.
Did you know about the fire that happened here? Maybe you don't. Maybe you weren't born yet. But there was a fire that happened here. It was a few years ago, but it was terrifying.
You wonder where this is? Well, it's in the small town of Kelisin... Maybe I'll see you there.
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