Katrina's POV

A tall, dark mansion looms in front of me. Just by the sight of it gives me the chills.

The sky is dark, as dark as the black chipping paint covering the walls of the mansion. Other than paint, the wall is also covered by moss and cracks. The tiles of the roof are also painted by the same color. This place obviously hasn't had any maintenance in a while...

It's guarded by a gate adorned by deadly spikes, and that's about the only defense it has.

I double checked the paper containing the address of the place I'm instructed to go. Yep, this is the place, no doubt.

"This place is about to collapse. Are you sure this is the place?" I asked Maeve who was just behind me.

"Uhh yes. According to the person I've arranged with, this is the mansion." She replied.

Maeve is a member of a silly little witch club. I am the founder and leader and the members called themselves the "Kult". But we're not an actual cult, we're just a group who's all interested in witch craft because we all have witch blood (ok, maybe there's a little demon summoning and some activities that may be cult-like and neither were successful... but not really the main focus of the group).

But rumors spread around that we were planning something very sinister and evil, (and I get it, we're witches, there's a stigma that we're evil), and so the Kult had to disband and lie low for now.

The rumors were especially aimed at me. The villagers treat me as if I'm some kind of queen of evil, since I'm the one who started the Kult.

I frowned, "This must be a scam... a joke of some sort."

"It's 100% legit. And you're much safer here." Maeve assured me.

"I feel like I'll last longer back in the village being hunted by witch finders than stay in a place like this." I retorted. "Let's make a bet, I'll die by a chandelier crashing down at me inside."

"Come on Katrina. Just... give this place a shot. Maybe it's a lot better inside?"

I sighed And stepped forward. I'm now face to face with the scary gate. It opened on its own, making me jump in surprise.  Maeve made a squeak like noise.

A cold breeze blew my white locks, making my hair dance in the wind. (At least this place gave me an entrance worthy for a shampoo commercial.)

"Uhh... I can't enter..." Maeve called out from beyond the gate.

"Why not? Just accompany me inside please?" I pleaded. No way I'm entering this place on my own.

"I feel like... there's something stopping me from entering. A force of some sort. Oh well you're on your own now."

"You're just scared..." I murmured.

"Good luck, Katrina. Although the Kult will manage without you, we will certainly miss you." Maeve blew a flying kiss, making me cringe.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll miss you too." Although I don't sound as genuine as I am, I mean that with all my heart. I'll miss the Kult.

I stepped on the porch, it creaked with every step I take. I guess I wouldn't even be able to make it inside if my weight is about to bust a hole in the floor. (I'm not that even heavy!)

"Hello?" I called out and knocked on the door. "Anyone inside?"

No reply.

Hmp, occupants of this house sure are snobbish.

"Hello?!" I called out again. "I'm Katrina, you know, the girl who's arranged stay here for who knows how long?"

Still no reply.

Does this house even have any occupants?

"Helllllloooooooooo......?"

The door knob turned in an incredibly slow motion. The door opened...

"Ah thank goodness, I thought you're not letting me in or something."

I entered the mansion.

To my surprise, the inside was beautifully arranged. Pretty antique furnitures were scattered around the lobby in such a neat and organized way. Ancient paintings and room decorations gave life to the surroundings. There was a red carpet leading towards the grandest staircase I have ever seen, crowned by a dangling chandelier above it. The chandelier shimmered with diamonds and several multicolored gems.

I was amazed. The interior looked nothing like the decaying exterior.

A high pitch girlish scream filled my ears, followed by piercing pain around my neck.

I wasn't even given a time to react... I quickly fell down on the floor and blacked out.

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A/N: ah yes, the cliche "I'm about to enter creepy place and then pass out as soon as I step inside"
This wasn't proof read... so grammar is whuuuuttttt