) There are things in this world we simply do not understand yet. Wherever you are on the spectrum of non believer to paranormal expert i think most people can agree with that.
It was a chilly autumn mid morning as estate agent Arabella Jones walked up the long winding driveway. She had only just started at the firm she was now working for and had just been allocated the property which she had the keys for now. In fairness her arrogant attitude was the reason she had been given it. It had remained unsold for nearly 6 years so Arabella, seeking to impress her new manager, had raised it in a performance meeting and had promised to sell it within 6 months in the heat of the moment.
To her surprise nobody challenged her on it, nobody would go near it. When she asked why it had not been sold she was told of a curse that possessed the property. It was known local folklore that weird events took place there, often unexplainable. Nobody was known to live there for at least the last 10 years. Arabella had simply laughed at the suggestion of a curse, not taking it seriously which in turn had annoyed her coworkers.
The curse had such a bad reputation that the local police would not go there even after multiple disappearances.It was said that the property could infect the mind of even the most strongminded woman.
With that in mind, Arabella smirked to herself as she walked towards the front of the grand house. Evergreen Manor was large, 12 bedrooms at least with acres of grounds on site. Ivy had grown over two quarters of the house but the front was fairly clear of plants. Large cylindrical stone pillars formed the front porch, a striking feature of the grand architecture that made the property almost seem appealing.
Arabella was an attractive woman. At 28 years of age she was still young and inexperienced but did have the qualifications and a few years experience to be a fully fledged estate agent. She was naturally confident and heavily ambitious, determined to get to the top of her field even if she had to stand on everybody else to get there. She was naturally curvaceous with a large bust and thick thighs. On this particular day her natural dark brown hair hung loosely down to the small of her back. She wore a white figure hugging vest top underneath a light blue blouse which was unbuttoned at the top. This was just as well as the buttons strained to keep her mounds inside. On her bottom half she wore a short black skirt with a black wide belt, tan pantyhose on her legs and black high heels. She enjoyed flirting with potential buyers, especially if they were male, wanting to put them at ease or make them nervous, however she wanted.
As she approached the front door of the property and readied the key she was surprised to watch the large oak door open slowly with a loud creek.
“Hello? Huh? Well thats odd. It obviously wasnt locked properly last time.” Arabella shrugged as she headed inside. She slowly pushed it shut once she was inside and turned on the lights.
Arabella spent the next hour visiting every room making sure to memorise and log all the positive features. It was actually fairly modern despite the exterior appearance. Each room seemed spacious and well designed, this should be so easy to sell to the next rich person passing through.
The last room she viewed bucked the trend of modern and well designed however. Up in the loft she was shocked at what she found.
Written on the walls with red paint were various words and warnings. ‘Help me’ one spelt out. ‘Its inside my head.’ Was another. Arabella watched on with horror as she saw depictions of various women tied and gagged. If it were not so creepy, some of it was art of a decent standard.
As she looked at the final depiction she had not seen the light near her flickered, creeping her out further. She steadied herself.
‘Get a hold of yourself. Its probably kids and the folklore.’ She muttered.
Nevertheless Arabella was done with the loft for a while as she put the hatch back in the slot and put the ladder to the side. She made her way to the bathroom to freshen up a little.
As she washed her hands in the sink she instinctively looked up in the mirror on the cabinet in front of her. The shock that filled her face was an understatement. Protruding between her lips was a bright red ballgag. Behind her was a shadow figure. Instinctively she reached up and touched her mouth, confirming the ballgag was there. However when she glanced back at her reflection after her hands had returned to her front it was gone. The figure was too.
Even for a non believer like Arabella, she was now beginning to freak out. She was gagged...she felt it? Didnt she? Maybe she was just tired and letting the folklore and the creepy attic affect her.
Her logical reasoning was interrupted with a loud smash from downstairs. Just what was happening here?
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