Hello all! So, this is my first fan fiction story and I honestly hope it ends up being received well. This is a story based off the events of the Crimson Peak film but dated in modern day as it follows the Great Grand-Daughter of Edith Cushing, Annabelle Cushing, as she enters Allerdale Hall to learn Edith's story. But what she finds is a man who's been waiting for her in the rotting walls and an evil woman hellbent on stopping the man from finding peace. What will happen? Find out soon!
Prologue
The Beginning Of The End
They say that all things come to an inevitable full circle, no matter the length of time it takes. But time is never too lenient to those that still linger in the fleeting torrents of the past. A curse that clutches to the soul even in the grand light of death. Ghosts are evermore attached to the variety. A spilling of blood, a date carved in stone or even the treacherous crimes that no one dared to dream off. They say that the last moments of death are perhaps hauntingly beautiful and in a way, I think I would agree. It adds more to the idea that ghosts are real. We can't deny that now as their stories must be told.
Through the gentle cusp of charcoal scratches and painted strokes, I have told many stories in the name of art. Images that ranged from death to loving adoration between two people, I have always created till my hands blistered and I'd need a break. But never have I told a story that would break my heart upon recalling it's very nature. The story dear Nana Edith left behind became a legacy to the family, a cliché to be studied in English. But I couldn't understand the familiarity it possessed until it was too late. Perhaps how this tale ends alone would be nothing more than a poetic sadness in itself, a full circle of events to those with open minds.
That is a question I have been unable to answer myself. Even with each single press of a key as I write this paragraph, I question the possibilities life would hold and if whether or not I made the right choices when I did. They always say that moments at the crossroads help define who we are as people. But does that notion truly apply to those who are long since gone from this world? Can they be redeemed if their heart refused another beat?
As you continue through the pages of this story, please consider it the confession I can only describe as a merging of times. With that said, my name is Annabelle Maria Cushing and this is the beginning of my ending. . .
And with that, there ends the prologue. I apologize for the fact that its short but I wanted to keep it in a manner that would allow the reader to question what the paragraphs would mean. I hope it sets the tone well for you guys through the words of Annabelle. Next chapter will follow her arrival into Allerdale Hall. Stay tuned! Don't forget to review and follow! :)