A Moment With Mystee

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This has turned into book 1 of a series. As I wrote it, I knew there was more to the story of Blackwood Manor. It will be available on Amazon in the coming months (before the end of the year, it's already written and uploaded there, but I don't want to have too many releases in one month since I've been wrapping up a bunch of in progress books)

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As they stepped inside, the musty smell of decay filled their nostrils, and the silence was deafening. Claire's footsteps echoed ominously in the empty corridors, while Ryan scanned the surroundings with a detective's trained eye.

“Do you feel that?” Claire whispered to Ryan, ignoring that Oliver was right next to them, her voice barely above a breath.

Ryan nodded, a furrow forming on his brow. “There’s something here, something… unsettling.”

Oliver let out an uncomfortable laugh. “Really, you must stop watching The Next 48.”

With a serious look, “I’ve never seen it.” Claire stated. Claire started walking down the hall to the right, not waiting to see if either would follow her.

“I assure you, there’s not much to see until I get the renovations done, and that, even with my finances, will take some time. Right now there’s peeling paint, dripping faucets, and stained and ripped carpet. Some ceilings are caving in, some fireplaces that I wonder if will ever work again.” Stopping mid-thought to look at Ryan, “Do fireplaces become outdated? Too old to safely work?” He asked.

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Rolling her eyes, Claire knocked loudly on the door. “What? It’s a huge place, I have to make sure he hears us.” Claire shrugged as Ryan stared at her.

“A bit aggressive,” Ryan stated. When it was clear that Claire wasn’t going to give a response, he continued. “Don’t you think?”

Claire shot a look toward Ryan and, once again, knocked loudly on the huge door. “Even the door seems sad and secretive,” Claire remarked.

Before Ryan could be sarcastic, the door whipped open, and out of breath, Oliver glared at them.

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