In the deep forest, on the outskirts of a tiny village, Hollow Manor stood proud, an old mansion full of gloomy legends. The origins of that damned house were still as muddled as ever from the locals’ gossip, and kids got drunk like chimpanzees thinking about crossing those collapsed gates. However, nobody cared to enter its realm.
On one collapsing sight, a strange girl walked into the woodland blindly. The light on her lantern flickered, making the thick bushy trees throw scary shadows. The longing to depart from reality made her a victim of Hollow Manor. She came to the door, the sound of her coughing so loud that it sounded like someone was knocking on the door.
A squeak of the hinge of a door let the light stroll in, into a dark hallway. Her breath started to halt because the atmosphere turned very chilly. The wall appeared to pulsate with evil, and the paintings decorating the hallway were staring at her with their hollow eyes.
Eliza slowly mounted the enormous staircase, every step sounding as if it were her heartbeat. Above her, it was all the more icy and she perceived ephemeral voices emerging from the very strokes of the walls. She pushed the door open and entered a room that looked as if someone had covered it with wet newspapers and had kept it there for a long.
In the corner, an antiquated mirror replaced the one I had known my entire life. Eliza’s reflection was not the same. Her eyes seemed to increase in size with fear. The longer she gazed into the mirror, the more the reflective surface started trembling, transfiguring the room to a new one in which the pale figures crowding the space turned out to be none other than spirits.
They wore clothes out of fashion out of which their faces were fixed in simultaneously agonizing and tormenting expressions. So one female came out from the blackness—clad in a worn-out wedding gown. It seemed that her eyes had found an entrance straight to Eliza’s very heart. “You shouldn’t be here,” she breathed. “But this place is full of evil. ”
“I am Isabella”, whispered the ghost. “I died on my wedding eve, stabbed by my husband. He poisoned me and locked me away in this house. ” Why?” she questioned, a trace of awe in her voice. “Seeing that he coveted my dowry,” Isabella whispered; “even he wanted to get rid of the curse along with me. However, none of our desires were realized. ”
"The curse of Hollow Manor," Isabella replied. "Anyone who enters is bound to the tongues[since = the narrator doesn't know whether it's a secret or tongues] of its secrets. We keep reliving our pain and regrets forever. "Eliza’s lantern was trembling, and the candle was melting away. The room became gloomy.
"But maybe you can release the pure soul of a princess. "Locate my locket, the one he took. The irony in Jane's expectation and search for a cozy space where she may unwind and find peace of mind is highlighted in this phrase. As Eliza ascended the wooden stairs to the attic, she heard footsteps and exhaled a breath of relief.
She opened a secret chamber behind the dusty books to expose a little wooden box, and they talked to her there, next in line. And there was my heart-shaped locket sliding on a chain, and there was a small locket with an old photo of them on the front. She was filled with gloomy recollections of that time, of the poison, the deceit, and the darkness. Get married to Eliza, for she will set Isabella's spirit free from captivity. She went back to the mirror and picked up the locket.
Shuddering in the room the ghost came fair- Isabella. “Put it around your neck,” she said,'' the curse will be transferred to you, still you can perform a ritual of breaking this curse. ”Eliza was at a loss for an instant when she got a clasp for the locket. Agony engrossed her in uncanny, memories not hers consumed her. She blinked and she found herself in a thick forest, the manor house left far behind. Now, the hollow-eyed Eliza becomes the nagging factor of the woods, and she tries to find out who is lost in the woods.
She worries them about the curse, the severed relationship, and Hollow Manor. When the mirror becomes her sole friend, the moon is also full. She still believes that someone will break the pattern and save her. However, heed Isabella's warning: "You already shouldn't have," should you ever find yourself at Hollow Manor, my dear reader.