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Starting over is never an easy task. Especially when leaving loved ones and precious memories behind—sacrificing the comfort and familiarity of old in exchange for a new and adventurous start. While bittersweet, however, sometimes moving on is for the best—at least that's what Elora told herself as she sat the last of the moving boxes down. She had spent months deciding to either stay at her old home or start over after her most recent, messy, breakup and the untimely demise of her parents. Her heart felt too heavy in all senses—everything just looked at in her family home felt like salt being rubbed into a fresh wound.
Even so, it was a rather hard choice to make, and one that could be made lightly. Everything she ever knew was in her family's humble home. The house she grew up in gave her a large amount of comfort. Yet that same comfort was becoming tarnished by an ex that would often show up, make grand jesters of love—or comment vague threats about her safety in living alone.
Only after deep consideration did Elora take the first steps into taking over the inheritance her parents left her.
A large and beautiful manor was hers to occupy, though she was warned there was a tad bit of damage that needed to be taken care of. The house had been passed down through generations on her father's side, however, no one in her family was willing to live there—much less take care of it.
Upon closer inspection, the Villard Manor was in worst condition than what Elora first imagined. It was apparent that some remodeling had been done at some point, blue traps still laying on the ground and newly placed walls had been left unpainted.
Dust and cobwebs lined every inch of the building. Lush ivy climbing the manor exterior. The invasive greenery threatened to overtake the bricks and outside windows—windows that had been boarded up long before Elora got there.
The dark oak aremberg flooring was coming up in some places, or threatening to give way in others. Elora also began to realize she would have to hire an electrician to rewire the building and to have a plumber come install new pipes. As of now, the water was contaminated with rust.
Certainly, this home was going to be hell to bring to livable conditions—one that made the small woman's head spin and ponder if it was even worth it. But… wasn't this what Elora wanted when she moved?
A challenge to keep her mind busy. To take pride in a home many have deemed impossible to repair or outright avoided.
Besides all the negative the manor had a lot of positive notes as well. Such as the large window that overlooks the landing that leads to the upper areas of the house.
The window would make for a rather dramatic entrance, one that thrilled Elora to no end.
Beautiful marble carved railings circled either side of a set of stairs that lead to a landing and thus the window she was so entranced by. The railing continues to run together before splitting off between two more sets of stairs, one leading left and the other leading right. Either set lead to several guest rooms or bathrooms in those upper levels.
There was a rather large fireplace in both the dining room and living room—both suitable for hosting and entertaining a large number of guests. The kitchen was charming in its own way as well, it was not very large, but comfortable enough as to not feel closed in by larger appliances.
There was also an overgrown garden just outback with a dirty water fountain— something Elora told herself she would eventually get to.
Weeks turned into months, but finally, at the start of winter, Elora was able to start moving to the manor. While the house still had some minor touch-ups, it was deemed safe enough to live in.
Thus that's where our story begins.
Taking the last of her moving boxes upstairs Elora began to set up the master bedroom. She had decided to keep the original bed frame but the comforters and pillows had to go.
The wallpaper had been ripped off, the bare walls painted gray with white accents. Cream color comforters now lay on the bed along with lace curtains that decorated the windows.
A large painting of a man and woman that had been hanging above the room's fireplace was relocated into another room for safekeeping. It would be a temporary fix, just until she could decide on what she wanted to do with it.
Now her own pictures laid upon the walls, the fireplace holding small trinkets of hers on the mantel—a faux fur rug sitting in front of the fireplace to add a bit more comfort and charm to the room.
Day quickly turned to evening as Elora put the finishing touches on her new home together. Deciding to treat herself after working so hard, Elora indulged in a hot bath of rose water and lavender, to relax. Once that was over she began preparing a dinner for a night of lounging and reading trashy romance novels. Novels that she wasn't so fond of sharing with others.
While the night did feel odd—with the moon no longer showing and a light fog rolling in—Elora simply decided to ignore it.
After all, it was the first night she was spending in her new, fixed-up home. There was bound to be a smidge of anxiety floating within her.
Nonetheless, Elora began to settle down onto her couch. Curling up in a blanket with her food on the coffee table, the small woman reached for her book, only stopping when she heard a buzzing. Within moments darkness engulfed the home. Leaving a stunned Elora in pitch darkness.
"Nooo!" Came the disgruntled whine, followed by a groan. Getting up, Elora fumbled around until she found an electric lantern. Flipping it on, she now stood in the middle of her kitchen. Her heart racing from the sudden loss of power, bewilderment covering every inch of her face. Some part of Elora simply hoped the power would turn back on by itself. But as she waited, Elora concluded that it would not.
It was not storming, so the power outage made no sense. Perhaps…and Elora hated this thought, perhaps a breaker got flipped in the basement. If she wanted the power to come back on…well she would have to go fix it.
Elora despised the basement.
For it was the worse area of the house too. There was just something about it that was too suffocating—the air too heavy to be normal.
It always felt like someone was down there, watching her, waiting for her to mess up.
She hated it.
After a few seconds of throwing a little temper tantrum, the blonde made her way out of the kitchen and to the foyer. Taking a sharp turn she moved to a door that lead into the dreaded basement. White knuckling her lantern, Elora crept down the steps—stopping at the bottom to do a quick scan. She had to make sure no one was down there with her after all.
Of course, there isn't...you're just being paranoid.
With a shuttering breath, Elora stepped off the stairs and slowly made her way to the back of the basement.
After a few tense minutes, she found the breaker and flipped the red handle, the light finally filling the house once more. Letting out a sigh of relief Elora was more than ready to head upstairs...that was until something had caught her eye. Just to the far left of the breaker was a hole in the wall—old bricks slowly tumbling down. The wall itself looked oddly misplaced. As if someone had quickly built the thing before running away.
Slowly walking to the wall and peering green eyes into the darkness Elora saw...well... she couldn't see anything. There was no source of light in the room, not even a window.
Perhaps it was stupid curiosity, but Elora wanted to know just what was behind that wall. Wanted to know why someone felt the need to build it in the first place.
So like any rational person, Elora started tugging at bricks. Removing them one by one or in chunks depending on where and how she pulled them. Soon there was a large enough hole for her to move into. Shining around her lantern light she couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, that was until something caught the light—reflecting itself in the darkness.
Furrowing her brows Elora moved her light again until she found what caused the disturbance—a rosary sat upon a wooden chest, and under the rosary sat a bible. The chest had metal chains around it that were now rusted to all hell and back, barely keeping themselves together. Odd symbols were painted on the chest in red, some words written in what she could only assume was Latin.
"What the actual fuck." Came the harsh, hush whisper of Elora. Biting her lower lip, the small woman stared at the chest for a while more —trying to wrap her mind around what she was seeing.
Sadly there was only one way to understand this mystery in her basement—and it wasn't something Elora was going to like.
Taking a few moments to recompose, Elora sat her lantern down on the ground. Slowly moving to take the rosary and bible off the chest, the small woman respectfully sits them aside on the ground. Next, she removed the chains with an easy pull, metal chattering off of the wood, landing with a dull clang. Finally, she began working the paper off, peeling at least twelve or thirteen of those suckers off. Once the last of the papers were off did Elora flip up the lock of the chest, slowly opening it so she could peer inside.
Even so, it was a rather hard choice to make, and one that could be made lightly. Everything she ever knew was in her family's humble home. The house she grew up in gave her a large amount of comfort. Yet that same comfort was becoming tarnished by an ex that would often show up, make grand jesters of love—or comment vague threats about her safety in living alone.
Only after deep consideration did Elora take the first steps into taking over the inheritance her parents left her.
A large and beautiful manor was hers to occupy, though she was warned there was a tad bit of damage that needed to be taken care of. The house had been passed down through generations on her father's side, however, no one in her family was willing to live there—much less take care of it.
Upon closer inspection, the Villard Manor was in worst condition than what Elora first imagined. It was apparent that some remodeling had been done at some point, blue traps still laying on the ground and newly placed walls had been left unpainted.
Dust and cobwebs lined every inch of the building. Lush ivy climbing the manor exterior. The invasive greenery threatened to overtake the bricks and outside windows—windows that had been boarded up long before Elora got there.
The dark oak aremberg flooring was coming up in some places, or threatening to give way in others. Elora also began to realize she would have to hire an electrician to rewire the building and to have a plumber come install new pipes. As of now, the water was contaminated with rust.
Certainly, this home was going to be hell to bring to livable conditions—one that made the small woman's head spin and ponder if it was even worth it. But… wasn't this what Elora wanted when she moved?
A challenge to keep her mind busy. To take pride in a home many have deemed impossible to repair or outright avoided.
Besides all the negative the manor had a lot of positive notes as well. Such as the large window that overlooks the landing that leads to the upper areas of the house.
The window would make for a rather dramatic entrance, one that thrilled Elora to no end.
Beautiful marble carved railings circled either side of a set of stairs that lead to a landing and thus the window she was so entranced by. The railing continues to run together before splitting off between two more sets of stairs, one leading left and the other leading right. Either set lead to several guest rooms or bathrooms in those upper levels.
There was a rather large fireplace in both the dining room and living room—both suitable for hosting and entertaining a large number of guests. The kitchen was charming in its own way as well, it was not very large, but comfortable enough as to not feel closed in by larger appliances.
There was also an overgrown garden just outback with a dirty water fountain— something Elora told herself she would eventually get to.
Weeks turned into months, but finally, at the start of winter, Elora was able to start moving to the manor. While the house still had some minor touch-ups, it was deemed safe enough to live in.
Thus that's where our story begins.
Taking the last of her moving boxes upstairs Elora began to set up the master bedroom. She had decided to keep the original bed frame but the comforters and pillows had to go.
The wallpaper had been ripped off, the bare walls painted gray with white accents. Cream color comforters now lay on the bed along with lace curtains that decorated the windows.
A large painting of a man and woman that had been hanging above the room's fireplace was relocated into another room for safekeeping. It would be a temporary fix, just until she could decide on what she wanted to do with it.
Now her own pictures laid upon the walls, the fireplace holding small trinkets of hers on the mantel—a faux fur rug sitting in front of the fireplace to add a bit more comfort and charm to the room.
Day quickly turned to evening as Elora put the finishing touches on her new home together. Deciding to treat herself after working so hard, Elora indulged in a hot bath of rose water and lavender, to relax. Once that was over she began preparing a dinner for a night of lounging and reading trashy romance novels. Novels that she wasn't so fond of sharing with others.
While the night did feel odd—with the moon no longer showing and a light fog rolling in—Elora simply decided to ignore it.
After all, it was the first night she was spending in her new, fixed-up home. There was bound to be a smidge of anxiety floating within her.
Nonetheless, Elora began to settle down onto her couch. Curling up in a blanket with her food on the coffee table, the small woman reached for her book, only stopping when she heard a buzzing. Within moments darkness engulfed the home. Leaving a stunned Elora in pitch darkness.
"Nooo!" Came the disgruntled whine, followed by a groan. Getting up, Elora fumbled around until she found an electric lantern. Flipping it on, she now stood in the middle of her kitchen. Her heart racing from the sudden loss of power, bewilderment covering every inch of her face. Some part of Elora simply hoped the power would turn back on by itself. But as she waited, Elora concluded that it would not.
It was not storming, so the power outage made no sense. Perhaps…and Elora hated this thought, perhaps a breaker got flipped in the basement. If she wanted the power to come back on…well she would have to go fix it.
Elora despised the basement.
For it was the worse area of the house too. There was just something about it that was too suffocating—the air too heavy to be normal.
It always felt like someone was down there, watching her, waiting for her to mess up.
She hated it.
After a few seconds of throwing a little temper tantrum, the blonde made her way out of the kitchen and to the foyer. Taking a sharp turn she moved to a door that lead into the dreaded basement. White knuckling her lantern, Elora crept down the steps—stopping at the bottom to do a quick scan. She had to make sure no one was down there with her after all.
Of course, there isn't...you're just being paranoid.
With a shuttering breath, Elora stepped off the stairs and slowly made her way to the back of the basement.
After a few tense minutes, she found the breaker and flipped the red handle, the light finally filling the house once more. Letting out a sigh of relief Elora was more than ready to head upstairs...that was until something had caught her eye. Just to the far left of the breaker was a hole in the wall—old bricks slowly tumbling down. The wall itself looked oddly misplaced. As if someone had quickly built the thing before running away.
Slowly walking to the wall and peering green eyes into the darkness Elora saw...well... she couldn't see anything. There was no source of light in the room, not even a window.
Perhaps it was stupid curiosity, but Elora wanted to know just what was behind that wall. Wanted to know why someone felt the need to build it in the first place.
So like any rational person, Elora started tugging at bricks. Removing them one by one or in chunks depending on where and how she pulled them. Soon there was a large enough hole for her to move into. Shining around her lantern light she couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, that was until something caught the light—reflecting itself in the darkness.
Furrowing her brows Elora moved her light again until she found what caused the disturbance—a rosary sat upon a wooden chest, and under the rosary sat a bible. The chest had metal chains around it that were now rusted to all hell and back, barely keeping themselves together. Odd symbols were painted on the chest in red, some words written in what she could only assume was Latin.
"What the actual fuck." Came the harsh, hush whisper of Elora. Biting her lower lip, the small woman stared at the chest for a while more —trying to wrap her mind around what she was seeing.
Sadly there was only one way to understand this mystery in her basement—and it wasn't something Elora was going to like.
Taking a few moments to recompose, Elora sat her lantern down on the ground. Slowly moving to take the rosary and bible off the chest, the small woman respectfully sits them aside on the ground. Next, she removed the chains with an easy pull, metal chattering off of the wood, landing with a dull clang. Finally, she began working the paper off, peeling at least twelve or thirteen of those suckers off. Once the last of the papers were off did Elora flip up the lock of the chest, slowly opening it so she could peer inside.