Arandor
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- This is very dangerous.
- We know that, father.
- You will have to finish the job no matter what happens to me. Are you really ready?
- Yes, we won't let you down.
- Good. And remember, we need to get into the basement.
The trio entered the house and began examining it, carefully stepping on the dilapidated wooden floor. They expected an attack from the former owners, but they were met only by a silent stillness. This was alarming, but they continued on until they found what they were looking for. Descending downstairs, Thomas took out everything he needed and prepared for the purification ritual. The sons sat next to each other, forming a triangle together. Voices sounded...
Two men got out of the car.
- Here we are, Mr. Fabien.
- A nice house, big one. But we need to go inside to feel the energy and get more information.
- Of course, come in," said the man as he opened the door and they entered the house.
- What stale air, not to mention the dust. It definitely needs some cleaning up.
- Never mind, I’ll soon have the documents in my hands and I’ll put it in order.
- So, we should go to the kitchen or the living room. To where people gathered most often.
Eddie didn't expect to see a car at the mansion, but he wasn't upset. If there are people in the house, then you can at least try to break into the car. Maybe he will be lucky this time and find something valuable. The thief looked around, walked over to the car, and began picking the lock. At that moment, Max returned from duty and approached the mansion. Noticing that someone was trying to break into the car, he quickly realized what was going on and pounced on him. The fight was short, and Max easily subdued the criminal. He led him into the house, hoping to meet the owner of the car and hand over the thief. Entering the house, they saw a girl standing by the wall, looking at old photographs. Max was slightly surprised to notice the stranger, and that was enough for Eddie to break free and push his captor away. Unfortunately, he couldn't get to the door, so he had to run deeper into the house. The guard shouted "Catch the thief!" and together with the girl, they ran after the fleeing man.
On the other side of the mansion, some boys were helping their friend climb through the window into the house. They succeeded. Once inside, the young adventurer waved goodbye to his friends and went for a walk around the room. He heard noise from the corridor and peeked out. Due to the darkness, visibility was poor, but he could make out doors along the corridor. He was afraid, but something made him go forward. The boy walked, stopping at the doors and listening, but he didn't hear anything and continued until he reached the last door. Johnny was so engrossed in searching that he didn't notice a dark figure in a hat moving behind him. The stranger smirked and got closer to the boy. But then the boy suddenly opened the door and saw stairs leading down. Voices came from there, and he began to descend them. The dark guest felt the presence of other living beings and realized that he needed to wait and entered one of the rooms.
- Why isn't the ritual working, father?
- Apparently, there are very strong ghosts here. We need to try another method, with direct impact on them.
- But that could be fatal!
- I know, but there is no other way. And we need to hurry because the inhabitants of the house know that we are here and what our goals are.
Under Johnny's feet, a step creaked treacherously, and the trio turned around.
- Who are you?! - asked Thomas.
Startled, Johnny froze for about three seconds, then darted upwards.
- Stop!
- We need to find him before he gets into trouble.
- Okay, Father," replied Caleb and ran after the boy.
- Go with him, Peter. I’ll come to you soon.
The brothers ran towards the staircase and started climbing, but something made them turn towards their father. They saw a ghost in rags appear behind him, armed with an equally ghostly knife, just like its owner.
- DAD! - they shouted.
The man turned around; a large figure was floating in front of him. The elderly priest didn't have time to do anything when he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Everything went dark before his eyes, and he collapsed to the floor. The ghost looked pleased. He glanced at the young men and flew up, disappearing into the ceiling.
The men, continuing to discuss the information they had obtained, returned to the main room. Shortly thereafter, a boy who had unexpectedly run out of the corridor bumped into them.
- What are you doing in my house? - the man in glasses said in a fierce voice.
- I... I... nothing...," stammered the little one.
- Come on, it's obvious that curiosity brought our young friend here.
- So, you are the owner of the house? - interrupted the conversation a strong man who came from another wing of the mansion accompanied by a girl and a thin guy.
- And who are you?! - the homeowner was even more surprised.
- Stop! - a voice sounded from the corridor, where the boy ran out a minute ago. A second later, brothers appeared, who were also not ready to meet the new owner of the house and his guests.
- Hey, what’s all the noise? - a voice sounded from above.
Those present raised their heads and saw a sleepy, disheveled young man descending from the second floor.
- My God! Where did you all come from and what the hell are you doing in my house?! - shouted the man in glasses.
- We hunt the dead," a voice answered behind him.
Another stranger entered the house, closing the door behind him. Immediately after that, the house shook, a hum rose, and then laughter followed. The windows and doors were sealed; the house had trapped its visitors and didn't plan to let them go alive.
The first night begins.
Be strong. Believe
