A Haunted Mansion Sims 4 Story
So I'm newish to the sims 4 section, normally most of my stories are done in TS3. But I decided to give it ago with Sims 4. I'm not sure what happened to my thread.
Credit to:Cooptyloop for mansion. Credit to Myself for the story and sims I created
The forest swallowed Bethany whole, its gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal fingers in the dim moonlight. Every step she took seemed to lead her deeper into its labyrinthine depths, her heart pounding with each rustle of leaves and distant howl of wind. She had ventured off the beaten path in search of a shortcut, but now regret gnawed at her with each passing moment.
As the shadows grew thicker around her, Bethany's sense of direction faltered. She stumbled upon an opening in the trees, and there, looming before her like a specter rising from the mist, stood Gracey Manor. Its dark silhouette seemed to seep into the very fabric of the night, exuding an aura of mystery and foreboding.
Bethany hesitated, her breath catching in her throat as she surveyed the mansion's dilapidated facade. Despite its eerie appearance, she had little choice but to seek refuge within its walls. With trembling fingers, she pushed open the creaking gate and approached the front door.
Her knuckles rapped against the aged wood, the sound echoing through the silent air like a mournful lament. Moments stretched into eternity before the door swung open with a groan, revealing the figure of Ramsey, the butler, standing in the threshold. His eyes gleamed with a peculiar intensity, sending shivers down Bethany's spine.
"Good evening, miss," Ramsey intoned, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. "What brings you to Gracey Manor on such a night as this?"
Bethany swallowed hard, forcing a tremulous smile. "I-I'm lost," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was hoping...hoping for shelter."
Ramsey's lips curled into a semblance of a smile, though it held no warmth. "Very well," he murmured, stepping aside to allow her entry. "But be warned, Miss Bethany, Gracey Manor holds secrets darker than the night itself."
With a hesitant nod, Bethany stepped over the threshold, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat of dread. Yet, as her gaze swept over the grand foyer, her fears were momentarily quelled by the sight of Master William Gracey, standing at the foot of the staircase.
He was young and handsome, his features chiseled and refined, yet there was an eerie glint in his eyes that sent a chill down her spine. "Welcome, dear guest," he greeted, his voice smooth as silk. "Forgive Ramsey's brusqueness. Please, make yourself at home."
Bethany's pulse quickened as she met Master Gracey's gaze, a strange sense of familiarity washing over her despite having never set foot in Gracey Manor before. Unbeknownst to her, she had stumbled into a world where the living and the dead danced an intricate waltz, and she was but a pawn in their spectral game.
Edit: If this gets deleted, please let me know so I don't wonder why.
