Chapter 1

Chapter 1

It was never meant to be this way. Life was supposed to be good. It was good. Wait, let me correct that. It was great. And it should have remained that way. But look at where we are now. My family ripped apart. My friends almost nonexistent. And this house, this manor, this pathetic excuse for a living space, for a place I'm supposed to call home. Dark, creepy, torn down, decrepit. Those words don't even begin to describe 327 Dark Manor. New words need to be invented just to describe the place. Who knew that a house could do so much damage to a person? To his livelihood? To his family? To everything that mattered to him? But that is exactly what 327 Dark Manor did.

Why did I even start off my story like that? You must be clueless as to what is going on. Why is this guy blabbering about a place called 327 Dark Manor without any form of introduction to himself, his family, his life and the events that took place at the Manor? I'm sorry. Let's wipe the slate clean and let me begin from the beginning.

My name is Bryson Brown. I'm 19 (and not looking forward to turning 20 because it will mean that I'm no longer a teenager and old. Hitting the big 20 means growing up, more responsibilities and all that adult nonsense. Blah blah blah.) As though I don't have enough of that going around, with Mum always telling me to be mature, responsible and a good role model to my little sister, Tamra, who's only 7. Yeah, there is a big age gap between Tamra and I, but we are still really close. We are as thick as thieves. Don't get me wrong, I hate being the "responsible older brother"that I'm supposed to be, but I love Tamra to the moon and back and I would not let anything bad happen to her. And then there's Mum, who's working odd jobs just to support us kids. Mum works as a lunch lady in my high school cafeteria in the day (Yipee, imagine the crap I get from my friends... And from her when I misbehave at school) and as a cleaner at some snooty uptown office in the later part of the day. You can imagine her exhaustion everyday, what with balancing the two jobs and taking care of us. What about my Dad you ask? Well, that's a hard one to talk about, but here it goes anyway. Dad was in the National Guard and was barely home. Why do I keep saying was? Because Dad died in service. I don't really like discussing the details, but he was on some overseas mission and was shot in battle. I'll spare you all the sniffly details such as the funeral as an example. So there you have it. It's just me, Tamra and Mum now. The three of us Browns. And I am the man of the house because Dad is no longer around. Or at least that is what Mum says I have to be. I'm still young! I'm not a man yet! I still want to do stupid young people things! But it seemed that the moment we saw Dad's cold body with a hole in his head, I had to change from skinny jeans to business pants.

There you have it. Now that we've gotten all the introduction and details down, I can properly start off my story about 327 Dark Manor.

 

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Reviews

[The Exiled Wolf]

I love this intro. The descriptions are lively and give me a taste of how Bryson is like. Good job! It got me hooked!

[5hade5layer]

Awesome intro. Not too flat, so it hooks the reader. Also very clear, and doesn't confuse, which is often a problem in story intros.

[Bleak_Darkness]

Thank you! I appreciate you taking the time to read this and posting a review about it!

[Jimmy Yetts]

And so begins the apparently unsettling tale of your dark manor.
Now that readers know who's involved, we are curious--and a bit apprehensive--to discover what happens to them.
Excellent intro, Bleak!

[Bleak_Darkness]

Thank you Jimmy! I really appreciate you taking the time to review this! Continue to look out as more chapters will be up soon!

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good introduction. You create characters, some story line and open the door to interesting tale. Thank you for sharing the excellent introduction.
Coyote

[Bleak_Darkness]

Thank you for the review Coyote! I really appreciate you taking the time to read this! I would be sure to return the favor with your works as well!

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed your work and you are welcome.