The mansion



Well, let me pull up a seat. There we go. What Im about to tell you is very tricky to follow, so pay attention. Ever since my aunt was diagnosed withy a fatal heart condition, I knew that she would leave me, her favorite nephew, her mansion on the water. A gorgeous house with magnificent columns towering in front of the house. The house was set high on a cliff. At night you could hear the raging rough waves crashing against the rocks below. After dying three years after being diagnosed, I went to Connecticut for the funeral. What a gloomy day it was, the sky was a greyish black. There was a chill in the air and it felt like it came from the ground of the cold Earth. It was sad to see her go. I was remembering all the good memories we had together. My aunt insisted of being cremated and sprinkled outside of her house, because she loved her house so much. After the funeral I needed a place to stay before the lawyers were reading the will. I checked into a hotel not to far from the mansion. The day was here. I was so excited to hear that I was getting the mansion. As soon as I heard the lawyers say the name "Thomas Cook", I sprang like a spring and I stood up. The words that I longed to hear were finally said, "your aunt has left you the estate in Connecticut."




As soon as I heard the news I packed my things and checked out of the hotel. After a couple of days packing at my house in Rhode Island, I finally got to live in the mansion. When I first walked through the door of the house I felt a chill around my body. I couldn’t explain it. That was the beginning . The first night grew longer and longer, twisting and turning, twisting and turning. It was raining cats and dogs. I dreamt of my aunt screaming my name "Thomas, Thomas!!" I woke up in a sweat. It was 7:30 in the morning. Everywhere I went I felt someone was watching me. Then the most awkward thing happened. I kept feeling a tap on my shoulder, then when I would turn around noone was there.






The second night I felt sharp piercing pains pass in my stomach. I ended up coughing up blood. I called 911 to get help. The paramedics said it was a stomach virus. I came back to the mansion and I felt the same chill that I felt when I first walked in. I turned around and there standing in front of me was my aunt. Crystal clear, just floating. i was in shock, then she disappeared. I knew that something was happening. I knew that I didn’t have a stomach virus. Could my aunt be trying to kill me? For the next few days I was always watching my every move. I was sleeping then all of a sudden BOOM! I couldn’t feel my left leg. Something was putting pressure on my leg. I looked up and there was blood everywhere. The ceiling fan had fallen and severed my lower left leg. I went all numb. I managed to crawl off the bed using my good leg to drag my self to the phone.
I was frustrated and I knew I needed help or I was going to die. I passed out because I lost so much blood and woke up in the hospital. All of the doctors kept asking how this could of happened. I knew I couldn’t tell them that my aunt was trying to kill me, so I told them that the ceiling fan was loose and it fell when I was sleeping. I wound up losing the lower half of my left leg due to being so mangled from the fan. After this horrible experience I decided to leave the mansion and move back to Rhode Island. In the last few years the mansion has
remained vacant, because I cant sell it. Many people have been reporting hearing strange sounds like screaming, and moans. I don’t understand why she wanted to kill me, but I thought she loved me. To this day I still feel her behind my back. Watching, waiting and to kill me.