Author: tItAnIUm AprIl PM
Damon Salvatore has come to "Rosemary", the holiday home his family inherited to spend a weekend. But he doesn't know what is waiting for him there. None of his friends or his girlfriend Bonnie knows about the weird experiences he is having. Will Damon be able to solve the mystery that is lurking in the walls of "Rosemary"? Katherine X Damon X BonnieRated: Fiction K+ - English - Mystery/Supernatural - Damon & Bonnie - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,634 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 01-22-13 - Published: 01-14-13 - id: 8907382
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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, or anything that is publicly recognizable...
Damon stood completely still waiting for the whisper again. The skin on his neck shivered sending chills down his spine; the temperature in the place had dropped curtly to a minimal point freezing his bones as he was wearing just a black button up shirt with fitted denim. His was breathing low, as low as was possible for a living being so that the next time the wind whispers into his ears, or the soft cool breeze caress the skin in the lapel of his ears, he could detect them easily.
A thin gossamer of fog slowly appeared clouding the balcony. In a trice his disorientation increased to such an extent, he felt he saw someone before him. He believed he saw someone though whom he believed he saw had no way to appear in flesh and blood unless one of his idiot friends played some prank with him. He squinted, heavy murkiness obscured his vision. Thick whirls of fog seemed to come alive in his contingency.
After a breathing while the fog was gone. Much to his astonishment, the crispness was gone too. It was just an another crimson dusk.
The mansion was quiet, too quiet that it chocked his heart to death. He needed to breath but the "Rosemary" was strangling him. An invisible power was circled around him sending chills throughout his body, and he felt cold. He looked around, the balcony where he stood was dark, blue... so blue that he felt it was the shade of death crawling through the walls and railings. He eyed the place cautiously to catch the faint figure once again. He inhaled deeply to get a whiff of the old stale smell another time, the decayed blend of lavender and rose. It was the same smell that spread a dizziness through his cells when he stepped in the house for the first time. They didn't come back. Neither the ghostly presence, nor the smell.
A/N: A digital image made me write this.
This was my first attempt to write a haunting fiction like this. Hope you people liked it. Feel free to leave your comments.
Thank you for reading.