The Supernatural Saga
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Chapter Three.
It was getting late when Vincent finally reached Forgotten Hollow. Just like his first visit, the dingy, disorientating woods on the outskirts of town caused him to get lost again. The town was just as eerily quiet and he shuddered at its gloomy, dank atmosphere.
https://i.imgur.com/z7qbigM.jpg
Unlike before, Vincent now had enough time to canvas the cryptic, sleepy town. He wasn’t really sure what to expect in Forgotten Hollow and he didn’t have much evidence to go on either, other than a few flimsy witness statements and a brief, muddled 'flashback'. However, his detective instincts gnawed at him; there was something sinister about this town, something dark. He found it incredibly peculiar that the mid-summer’s evening air was mysteriously chilly and, for some strange reason, the days seemed shorter here. He felt safer knowing that he’d come prepared; whatever was out there, he was ready for it.
His eyes fell on a statue located straight in front of him. He didn’t recognise the statue’s likeness so he tentatively walked toward it, checking over his shoulder as he did so.
https://i.imgur.com/UNygZc7.jpg
Vincent, brimming with curiosity, read the weather-worn inscription aloud, his voice ringing through the deserted town square:
Count Vladislaus Straud I.
Vincent’s brow wrinkled in concentration as his eyes scanned further down the plaque. He caught the date of the statue’s completion; approximately two hundred years ago.
Odd, he thought to himself, I’ve barely heard of this town. How has it remained so secretive for almost twenty decades?
He wandered through the narrow, cobbled streets inspecting and taking mental notes of every strange thing he noticed. Distant haunting sounds would flare his paranoia and he would occasionally stop every now and then to check behind him.
https://i.imgur.com/zMFxdrZ.jpg
The sun was long gone by the time he noticed a dark, menacing mansion that loomed out of the darkness. Obscured by withered trees and twilight, Vincent had to squint in order to make out the building. Framed by the mountains and the rising moon, he caught a glimpse of the roofline and the main tower but not much else.
https://i.imgur.com/siAdRKU.jpg
Interest piqued, Vincent quickened his pace as he headed towards it. The air was frigid and the mist was growing thicker as he made his way up the long, winding path. Slightly breathless, he stopped to take in his surroundings. The chill in the air was biting and his teeth started to chatter uncontrollably as he tried to keep warm.
https://i.imgur.com/7dhnHoV.jpg
Surrounded by dense fog and gravestones, he gingerly picked his way through the brambles and dead vegetation littering the ground. Slowly, he made his way towards the old, decrepit mansion. Large, wrought iron gates stood menacingly before him and he shivered again.
Could this have been the Count’s mansion? He wondered as his heart thumped loudly in his chest.
https://i.imgur.com/ZhJZZQ0.jpg
Vincent wasn’t entirely sure how old the mansion was but it appeared like it hadn’t received visitors in centuries; it looked completely abandoned. It was possible that it was at least two hundred years old and of a similar age to the statue in town. Nature had consumed the property; the gardens were unkempt and completely overgrown. He observed that the vegetation was as lifeless and decaying as the building itself.
How fitting, he thought to himself as an animal howled in the distance.
He inhaled a deep, bracing breath to steady his nerves. Filled with resolve, he took a confident step forward and made his way through the mist towards the mansion’s large, foreboding entrance.
https://i.imgur.com/y3OyCP7.jpg
With the small town at his back, he cautiously climbed up the rickety staircase. Heart thumping, he began pounding on the estate’s beautifully ornate, large, wooden door.
“SMPD! Open up!” He barked, his voice piercing the deathly quiet night air.
https://i.imgur.com/SnGcl8D.jpg
The lights that flanked either side of the door flickered slightly but other than that Vincent was greeted with absolute silence. He pressed his ear hard against the ancient door and listened for any sounds. He heard nothing from within the mansion and he was completely alone.
As he raised his fist to knock once more the doors gradually creaked open. Alarmed at the sudden movement, Vincent stumbled backwards and nearly lost his footing. He straightened himself up and let his vision adjust before peering through the darkness into the mansion’s ominous interior.
https://i.imgur.com/TYL0WJk.jpg
Mesmerized by the time-worn entryway, Vincent crossed the threshold and stepped inside.
It was getting late when Vincent finally reached Forgotten Hollow. Just like his first visit, the dingy, disorientating woods on the outskirts of town caused him to get lost again. The town was just as eerily quiet and he shuddered at its gloomy, dank atmosphere.
https://i.imgur.com/z7qbigM.jpg
Unlike before, Vincent now had enough time to canvas the cryptic, sleepy town. He wasn’t really sure what to expect in Forgotten Hollow and he didn’t have much evidence to go on either, other than a few flimsy witness statements and a brief, muddled 'flashback'. However, his detective instincts gnawed at him; there was something sinister about this town, something dark. He found it incredibly peculiar that the mid-summer’s evening air was mysteriously chilly and, for some strange reason, the days seemed shorter here. He felt safer knowing that he’d come prepared; whatever was out there, he was ready for it.
His eyes fell on a statue located straight in front of him. He didn’t recognise the statue’s likeness so he tentatively walked toward it, checking over his shoulder as he did so.
https://i.imgur.com/UNygZc7.jpg
Vincent, brimming with curiosity, read the weather-worn inscription aloud, his voice ringing through the deserted town square:
Count Vladislaus Straud I.
Vincent’s brow wrinkled in concentration as his eyes scanned further down the plaque. He caught the date of the statue’s completion; approximately two hundred years ago.
Odd, he thought to himself, I’ve barely heard of this town. How has it remained so secretive for almost twenty decades?
He wandered through the narrow, cobbled streets inspecting and taking mental notes of every strange thing he noticed. Distant haunting sounds would flare his paranoia and he would occasionally stop every now and then to check behind him.
https://i.imgur.com/zMFxdrZ.jpg
The sun was long gone by the time he noticed a dark, menacing mansion that loomed out of the darkness. Obscured by withered trees and twilight, Vincent had to squint in order to make out the building. Framed by the mountains and the rising moon, he caught a glimpse of the roofline and the main tower but not much else.
https://i.imgur.com/siAdRKU.jpg
Interest piqued, Vincent quickened his pace as he headed towards it. The air was frigid and the mist was growing thicker as he made his way up the long, winding path. Slightly breathless, he stopped to take in his surroundings. The chill in the air was biting and his teeth started to chatter uncontrollably as he tried to keep warm.
https://i.imgur.com/7dhnHoV.jpg
Surrounded by dense fog and gravestones, he gingerly picked his way through the brambles and dead vegetation littering the ground. Slowly, he made his way towards the old, decrepit mansion. Large, wrought iron gates stood menacingly before him and he shivered again.
Could this have been the Count’s mansion? He wondered as his heart thumped loudly in his chest.
https://i.imgur.com/ZhJZZQ0.jpg
Vincent wasn’t entirely sure how old the mansion was but it appeared like it hadn’t received visitors in centuries; it looked completely abandoned. It was possible that it was at least two hundred years old and of a similar age to the statue in town. Nature had consumed the property; the gardens were unkempt and completely overgrown. He observed that the vegetation was as lifeless and decaying as the building itself.
How fitting, he thought to himself as an animal howled in the distance.
He inhaled a deep, bracing breath to steady his nerves. Filled with resolve, he took a confident step forward and made his way through the mist towards the mansion’s large, foreboding entrance.
https://i.imgur.com/y3OyCP7.jpg
With the small town at his back, he cautiously climbed up the rickety staircase. Heart thumping, he began pounding on the estate’s beautifully ornate, large, wooden door.
“SMPD! Open up!” He barked, his voice piercing the deathly quiet night air.
https://i.imgur.com/SnGcl8D.jpg
The lights that flanked either side of the door flickered slightly but other than that Vincent was greeted with absolute silence. He pressed his ear hard against the ancient door and listened for any sounds. He heard nothing from within the mansion and he was completely alone.
As he raised his fist to knock once more the doors gradually creaked open. Alarmed at the sudden movement, Vincent stumbled backwards and nearly lost his footing. He straightened himself up and let his vision adjust before peering through the darkness into the mansion’s ominous interior.
https://i.imgur.com/TYL0WJk.jpg
Mesmerized by the time-worn entryway, Vincent crossed the threshold and stepped inside.
