Have you ever had the feeling that you were being watched? See a flitting glance of something out of the corner of your eye? Heard the whisper of an unseen entity? Is that steamed up window writing messages by itself? Or is the door that slams on its own starting to creep you out? What if that black cat you saw across the street wasn't just staring at you out of curiosity? And what if the whole time you've been dismissing these things, you've been putting yourself at risk. Or like Jack do silly superstitions and made up myths make you take the "Ghosts My Arse" approach? Either way you look at it, something strange is definitely going on in Draegan Manor.
This idea has been in my head for ages and since I have severe writers block on An Angel in Cardiff!? I thought I might as well write this instead. That doesn't mean I'm not writing AAiC anymore but I probs won't be updating it for ages! Lol, anyway, I've always had this idea about a haunted house but never knew what to make it about but then one day...*lightbulb turns on* PING! XD Anyway! As always I don't own Torchwood or any of its characters blah blah blah. I hope you likey and feel free to review (hint hint) xx
Prologue
The wind howled through the trees like a wolf would to the moon. In return, the trees bowed and creaked, sending shadows flitting along the ground. The clouds circled overhead, large black shapes that patrolled the skies to rid the surroundings of any light that might make it through to the world. Mist. Thick, damp mist hung in the air and swallowed up everything in its path. The house sat in the midst of the forest in arrogant silence as the wind battered the aging building. Ancient black wrought iron fencing tipped with spikes covered in withered vines encircle the house. The large pillars stand against the house walls, gargoyles perched on them, peering out as if to keep people away, or maybe to invite them in? Something in the air makes a noise that almost sounds like the whispers of those who lay beneath the moss covered ground. The grey bricks were cracked and chipped, ivy crawling up the surface and creeping into the crevices. The top left window of the house was the only one not boarded up, the dust stained glass staring out at the world. Only the glass wasn't the only thing staring out, something else, something more sinister was looking out at the world. Something that would do anything to be free of that cursed house.