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What lies in the Snow

By Alice_Lexi_Monroe All Rights Reserved ©

Fantasy / Horror

Chapter 1

"There is a curse on this building, it was set many years ago and since then no one has set foot in it. It all started about 60 years ago when a women was horribly murdered here. She had only come in to clean the house out as the owner himself had died before. No one was ever convicted of her murder, and then her husband was found here the same way his wife had died. This leads us to believe he had murdered her. But then someone bought this house years after they both had died, and was found the same way not long after moving in. The kitchen was deemed to be..."

The tour guide continued on around the manor’s edges and continued to tell her tells of horror and mystery. Most of the group followed after her but one person trailed on slowly. Louise had never believed in ghosts or demons or curses. It wasn’t logical. It never made sense. She looked through the lock gate that was slowly rotting away. The house looked so beautiful. It was covered in snow. It was an old Victorian manor house that had been left to itself over the years. Ivy completely covered one side of the house, and it had a rainbow of different coloured leaves. Something caught Louise’s eye and she looked away from the ivy to the front of the house. The front door had opened up.

Louise looked around the fence and couldn’t see the tour guide or the group. She tested the padlock on the gate. As she pushed the gate, the chain and the lock fell straight from the bars. "What a joke... They didn’t even lock the gates up.." Louise mumbled to herself. She figured the best way to see if it was haunted was to go in and have a look. She left the gate open and strolled up to the house with her hands jammed in her pockets. It was so cold her hands were going pink. The house had a long drive, and it’s front garden contained loads of different types of trees. It really did look beautiful. The snow coverage gave it a seasonal feel, but with or without it the house was awe-inspiring.

She reached the porch and peeked in through the door. It smelt old. The air was musty and everything Louise could see was caked in dust. She stepped in and shut the door behind her. It didn’t look scary. Louise was fascinated. She wondered where the kitchen was, the place those people had eligibly died. She wondered through the living room and found nothing interesting. Each floorboard whined when she took a step. Louise stopped to admire some flowers in a jar that were very dead.

Floorboards creaked in the next room and Louise hid. She hid under the desk that sat in the corner. It was a long desk, so she managed to curl up under it. She sat on her knee and spying out of a hole in the back of the oak that had probably developed over time. A women wandered in. She was dirty and frail looking. She was wearing a white dress that looked like she’d been dragged through mud. She dragged her feet heavily and walked past the desk. In her hand was a knife. It was long and serrated, and had a craved handle. It looked old. Louise held her breath. She heard the women walk into the hallway and up the creaky stairs.

She waited until she heard the footsteps over head then got out from under the desk. She walked as quietly as she could to the hallway to leave. She go to the doorway and glanced to the stairs. She froze. The women was stood on the third stair up and she smiled at Louise. The women looked disgusting. She had chunks of her flesh missing. Louise could see almost all of her jaw on her right side. Her eyes were blood shot and one of her eyes was bludging out of her head.

"You’ve come into my house. How rude. I’m going to kill you now." The women spoke with a raspy voice. It was like sand paper against Louise’s ears. She flew at Louise. Louise shrieked and ran for the door. She managed to rip it open, but she held a hand grasping her hair and yanking her back. She thrashed around. Louise watched the blade appear at the side of her face and she screamed when the warm metal was dragged along her cheek. Louise launched her elbow back and the cursed women was winded. She doubled over and released Louise’s hair.

Louise ran. She ran like the women was right behind her. Louise got through the gate and tripped over. She didn’t touch the floor, she kept herself up and kept running. She got halfway down the symmetrical line of tree that lead up the manor before she started to slow. Louise couldn’t remember why she was running. She felt like she should keep running but her legs were burning. She slowed down and then stopped completely. Her cheek was warmer then the rest of her. Her neck was starting to warm up too. She tried to move forward but her feet were grounded. She couldn’t move. Everything was slowed down now. Louise’s breathing fell to a faint whisper and when she blinked, it felt like the darkness that hid behind her eyes stayed far to long.

Louise could see something in the distance. Something small and black. She blinked and it was closer now. She blinked again and it was closer still. It was a women. Louise relaxed and watched her breath cloud up as she breathed out and disappear into the world. The women was close enough to see now. She was stunning. She had the face of a china doll and long black hair that swirled around her knees. Everything she wore was black. She had a black dress that touched the floor and showed her body off.

Closer now, this beautiful creature was feet away from Louise. Her lips were red. Her eyes were the palest blue. She held no expression. She walked over to Louise and looked straight into her eyes. Louise blushed heavily and felt self-conscious, but she couldn’t look away from the magic of this women’s eyes. She relaxed as the women came close and Louise closed her eyes when the women leaned in for a kiss automatically. It felt warm and perfect. Louise opened her eyes again when the warm feeling went away.

The lady’s china white skin was smudged with something dark. Her lips were darker now, and dripping with it’s darkness. The lady moved her lips, and when she spoke Louise’s hearing dipped into nothing. She could not hear the women, and she couldn’t hear the wind, or the leaves sway. The world fell silent at an angel’s voice. The women smiled softly and Louise’s whole body filled with warmth. She felt happy that she made this heavenly being smile. The lady produced a knife from behind her and moved gracefully to Louise.

Louise blinked. She opened her eyes and now she could see the sky and it was snowing fragile little glimmers. The women was behind Louise and comforted her by letting the poor girl’s head rest on her lap. She stroked Louise’s hair out her face and continued to speak. Louise found it beautiful, even if she couldn’t hear a word of what she was saying. Louise looked down to see the wooden handle of the angel’s knife sticking out of her stomach. She watched her white dress strain red over time then slip down her sides and onto the snow.

It didn’t hurt. Louise could feel the warmth pool around her and she welcomed it. She felt happy that she could help the angel. The angel pulled the knife out of Louise’s stomach then moved up her chest. She held the knife over her heart and pushed down gently. Louise could feel it break the skin then push through her rib cage. The knife went straight through her heart and Louise could feel her heart struggle to beat around the foreign object. Still, it didn’t hurt. She felt everything, and nothing. She coughed silently and red covered her dress. The angel ran her fingers down Louise’s neck and tilted her head up to make her look at her. She smiled kindly, and then spoke. The sweet voice of an innocent girl filled Louise’s ears. "I’m sorry for your loss.. You’ll be welcome, where you’re going..".

After that, Louise’s heart pulsed shakily twice more then stopped. She died while smiling in the snow. She was found later by the tour group. She was still smiling. She hadn’t moved. She lay with her arms out wide and accepting, and her head tilted skyward. She seemed like she was just watching the snow fall, but the sparkle had left her eyes. Louise’s body was pale now, all the blood had been taken from it. It surrounded her on the floor and melted the snow away. It formed a perfect circle around her. Louise died on Saturday 3rd August in 1985.

The tour that was held of the haunted house was discontinued for over 30 years. Then it was brought back on the anniversary of Louise’s death. This tour goes through the house and around the grounds.

Louise is there too now. Her angel is gone, and she can feel the pain of her death constantly now. She’s known as the Crying Statue. She stands guard outside the manor. She cries all the time, you can hear it clear as if she was stood next to you. But you can never see her. Not unless she wants you to see her. Then she appears out the corner of your eye for a while, just to play with you and make you paranoid. Then she’ll wait in the dark. She’ll gently brush you and give you the touch of death. After that, there is nothing you can do. You’ll be dead, and then Louise can finally see her angel again. That’s all she wants.

Would you let her see her angel again? Not even if she said please?

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