Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25472821-20140927235615

"Wellington Manor"

Some people swore that it was just a rumor. It was an old manor way outside the city. Surrounded by deep woods. Built long ago by a man named James Wellington. The Wellingtons were a rich family who moved to the United States after the War of 1812. James was a great business man and built a big estate far away from civilization. One day he was coned and his company went bankrupt. He did not want to give up his manor so he locked himself in there. No one knew the location of it, so most thought he fled America. During the Civil War a company of Confederate soldiers were lost when they stumbled upon it. They saw a big, dark mansion, with Gothic architecture. It had been an urban legend for years that this manor existed, but no one had ever found; or at least told anyone else.The wooden front door was huge. William Harrison was a soldier in that small company. "Isn't that the Wellington Manor?" A soldier asked. "Can't be, that was all just a rumor." Another replied. "Someone go in it!" A redneck named Bill shouted. Thunder sounded in the distance. "We need shelter from this storm; so we are gonna have to go in it." Officer Johnson ordered. One by one they slowly crept into the decayed entryway. It was nice on the outside, but rotted and dark on the inside. The walls were overgrown. Portraits of the Wellington family were on each side of the hallway. There eyes seemed to follow William. "I don't like this here place." Bill said. "We need to get some rest, spread out and find a place to sleep." Johnson said. William crept upstairs until he came to an old bedroom. He set his rifle down and laid down to sleep. A large bolt of lightning illuminated the room and woke him up. Thunder shook the house. William walked outside of the bedroom. He clutched his rifle close to his chest and walked downstairs. Officer Johnson was not in the foyer like he was when he said he would be. He went to go check on Billy. He opened the door to his room only to find no one there. William stepped back and gasped. "What's wrong?" He heard a voice behind him. He spun around and saw an old man holding a lantern. "Who are you?" William asked and raised his gun. "My name is James." His eyes were red and tired. He was hunched over and was constantly shaking. "How are you still alive? I thought you left America!?" William shouted. "How long has it been? Why are you wearing a soldier's uniform?" James asked and ignored his question. William lowered his rifle. "Have you not heard? Have you even been out of this place once?" He questioned. "No, and neither will you. No one ever leaves this place. I made a mistake building this place." James said. "How?" William asked. "When I first came to America, I was wondering the countryside, looking for some job. One day I came upon this location. You see... This manor is built on a gold mine. I stumbled upon the cave. I immediately brought the gold back and started a company. But something about this place drew me back here, yet there was something dark and sinister about it. There was a voice. It told me of power and money. To build a grand palace to honor us. I was stupid and followed it. But this manor is dark. I began to have nightmares. People I knew grew sick and died. The company went bankrupt, and the gold ran out. I retreated here and I can't leave." He finished as lightning lit everything up. "You're insane!" William shouted.There was a flash of lightning and James was gone. Wind began to shake the house and howled outside. William looked around the house for someone, but could find anything. He headed to the basement. "William! Is that you?" Someone asked. William saw it was Bill and relaxed. Bill had a crazed look in his eyes. "So much gold! We can be rich with this!" With that he disappeared and James was in his place. The room was filled with gold. Millions worth. "Stay here with me. We can start a company again. We'll be the richest men in the world." James said to him. The wind grew louder and louder. William picked up the gold, greed in his eyes. James began to smile. William noticed and snapped out of it. He threw the gold down. "No!" He shouted. Jame's smile turned into a frown. His eyes turned black. He seemed to grow in size. "You dare reject the wealth I give you!" It shouted. William ran up the stairs. "You can never leave!" He shouted behind him. The house rocked back and fourth from the wind. Windows shattered. He ran to the front door and flew it open, only to find a room full of gold. "This could all be yours..." It said to him. William slammed the door. He ran to the parlor. "Your kids will never be hungry again..." James said. "Get out of my head!" William screamed. "Daddy? This is such a nice house! Did you build this for us?" William saw his son walking to him. He relaxed for a second and began to walk towards. But there was something off with him. A look in his eyes. William raised his rifle. "What are you doing daddy?" His son asked. BANG!William fired the rifle. His "son" hissed at him, showing fangs. He transformed into an inhumane and ungodly creature. It's eyes were all black, and it had long claws. The size of it was huge. The walls of the room were being ripped of into a whirlwind as the whole house fell apart. "W-what are you?" William stuttered. "You think you can escape me?" The Monster hissed. It moved faster than anything William had ever seen and dug his claws into him. William screamed as everything turned to black. William jumped up with a gasp. He was breathing heavily and sweating. He looked around at the campsite around him. Everyone else was asleep. The sun was jump coming over the horizon. It was a dream. He thought. He looked to the field were Wellington Manor was, but there was nothing there. Just a wide open field. He looked around again and noticed Bill was missing. He realized was happening and hopped up. He grabbed his knife and ran to the field. He looked around till he spotted what looked like a ditch in the middle of the field. He came closer and saw it was a cave. He had to stop Bill. William slowly crept down, his hand shaking. He saw the gold everywhere. He heard someone laughing and followed the voice. The cave was filled with darkness and sinister. He turned a corner and saw Bill dancing around with gold in his hands. "Put the gold down." William said and stepped out, his knife at ready. "Hey there Willy, why don't ya join me buddy?" Bill said, than he spotted the knife. "You're trying to take it all for yourself!?" He exclaimed angrily. "Bill, that thing is trying to trick you. Don't listen to it." William tried to explain. Bill ran at him. William lunged forward with his knife and stabbed him in the chest. Bill fell down to the floor, dead. William almost felt like it wasn't him who stabbed Bill. He remembered the other soldiers. That thing probably tricked them too. I have to stop them, he thought. The sun was now casting it's rays down into the camp. None of them were awake yet. He quickly thought of something to do. He knew he wouldn't be able to convince all of them not to listen. He found a few barrels of gunpowder in a tent. This is the only choice I have, he thought. He grabbed one of the barrels and poured a trail with it to the rest. He pulled outa match and lit it. Without thinking, he threw down the match into the trail and took off as it erupted. KABOOM! The entire camp went up in flames. He stood and watched as it burned down. "What have I done?" He said aloud as he fell down to the ground. "You did the right thing." The Monster said in his head. "They would have killed you if you had not acted like you did." He continued. "What about the gold?" William asked him. "We can use it to build a manor to honor them. We can't just leave this field alone with their souls." He responded. William thought about a huge manor with a garden just to honor his regiment, who fell to The Monster's deception. He was glad he had been strong enough to resist the greed. 