Читать книгу The Haunting Hour at Moonlight Manor: Tales of Midnight Shadows - - Страница 4

In Moonlight Manor, they ventured with care,

Chapter Two began with whispers in the air.

Through halls and rooms, they stepped in sync,

Encountering strange sounds that made them think.

The floorboards creaked, as if footsteps approached,

But when they turned, there was no one encroached.

Whispers echoed softly, their origin unclear,

Yet the children pressed on, undeterred by fear.

In a cobwebbed corner, they found an old note,

Faded words, a tale from days remote.

It spoke of a family, haunted by woe,

A history of sadness, a sorrowful show.

They pieced together hints, like a puzzle unsolved,

Learning secrets the manor had revolved.

A lost love, a betrayal, and an untimely demise,

Moonlight Manor held stories that made tears arise.

As they delved deeper into the mansion’s abyss,

Shadows seemed to dance, a deceptive twist.

Playing tricks on their senses, making them doubt,

Yet the children stood tall, refusing to flout.

A painting on the wall seemed to follow their gaze,

Eyes that watched them, through time’s endless maze.

The children exchanged glances, feeling the chill,