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Horror from Hell (Part 1)~
In the year of 1845, a family by the name of Bathory moved into a mansion located in London, England. Little did they know that 10 years ago to be exact, a woman named Madam Ingrid Wesley commited suicide after finding her 2 children brutally murdered in the basement by her husband and his mistress, and ever since she killed herself, Madam Ingrid Wesley haunted the home of which used to be hers. The Bathroy family thought nothing of the house's history and ignored the many warnings that they were given and promptly moved into what they thought was thei dream house. "Mr. Bathory, this house is lovely..I don't see why anyone else would complain about such rubbish.." Mrs. Bathory said as she set her lace curtains on the dreary windows, but froze when she saw a woman dressed in a long black dress, and her blonde hair drooping down to her shoulders, stained in blood. Mrs. Bathory's eyes widened and she looked to Mr. Bathory, who was busy reading the Sunday newspaper. Once she looked out the window again, the woman was gone. "How strange...I could've sworn that I saw someone out there.." Mr. Bathory set down his pipe and lifted an eyebrow at his wife. "You are just stressed my dear. You are probably seeing things..." Mrs. Bathory nodded and went to the living room, where her 3 children, Jane, Alexander, and Benjamin playing with their toys. "How do you like your new home my dears?" The children looked around and finally looked at their mother. "Mummy...I don't like it here. I want to move back to Bath, mummy. Where I can play with Julian and Sabastian." "Well I am sorry about that Benjamin, but this is your new home. Perhaps you can make new friends here." Mrs. Bathory kindly smiled at her children and went upstairs to look at their brand new rooms. She went to the master bedroom and gazed upon a painting which was covered by a white sheet. "What's this?" Mrs. Bathory ran her finger over the lining and carefully took off the sheet, only to find that on the painting was the woman that she saw out her window earlier....It was Madam Ingrid Wesley. She slowly stepped back and examined the picture, frightened but slightly calm. "T-That's her.....The woman that I saw earlier." Mrs. Bathory squinted and saw that the late Madam was wearing a blood red pendant with a crest that said 'Wesley'. Mrs. Bathory looked at the expression on Madam Ingrid's face, and saw that she looked concerned, with a gleam of evil in her eye. "Oh my..." Mrs. Bathory quickly rushed out of the room and ran downstairs. "Don't let a silly painting and myth get to you Elizabeth...It's just a myth, and it is just a house. Nothing more." She walked over to the mirror, but squinted at the sight of someone standing far behind her...Madam Ingrid Wesley, as it looked. Mrs. Bathory turned around and saw nothing. Mr. Bathory and the children walked into the foyer and was confused by the look on Mrs. Bathory's face. "You looked like you have just seen a ghost," Mrs. Bathroy turned white and gulped. "what is wrong my dear? I have never seen you like this before." Little Jane stepped forward and cocked her head to the side. "Mummy, are you ok?" Jane said in a small voice and looked from her father to her mother. "Yes, Jane...I-I'm fine. I just...Um....Miss our old house in Bath a little." Mr. Bathory chuckled a hearty chuckle and walked over to Mrs. Bathory. "My dear, you worry too much. There is no need to worry." He kissed her cheek, and walked off to the dining room. The children followed their father and left Mrs. Bathory alone in the foyer. Mrs. Bathory felt a shiver go down her spine and she nodded to what her husband said. "I am just...Stressed...And I....Worry too much." Mrs. Bathory walked to the kitchen and started too prepare for dinner. She gathered the pots and pans and walked over to the stove, and looked out the window, only to be faced with Madam Ingrid Wesley once again. Mrs. Bathory screamed and Madam Ingrid slapped her hand onto the window and smeared blood all over it. She looked at Mrs. Bathory and screamed, and hissed before screaming once more and disappearing. Withen seconds, Mrs. Bathory fainted and fell to the hard wooden floor.
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