Talesmith's Haven

CHAPTER 3: THE OLD MANSION The road to Darkwood had been long and winding, but as Ethan drove away from the town, he couldn't shake the feeling that his journey was far from over. The mansion's secrets had only begun to reveal themselves, and the weight of its history hung heavily on his mind. The whispers had ceased, but the memories of what he had uncovered lingered, urging him to delve deeper into the story of the Blackwood family.        Ethan's curiosity got the better of him. Instead of leaving Darkwood for good, he found himself turning the car around and heading back towards the mansion. There was something about the place that called to him, something that felt unfinished. He needed to understand the full extent of the curse and the events that had transpired within its walls.        The mansion stood as silent and imposing as ever, its dark silhouette framed against the grey sky. As he walked up the front steps, Ethan felt a sense of unease. The air was thick

 CHAPTER 2: UNSEEN EYES The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the old mansion, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. Ethan Blackwood woke with a start, the remnants of a fitful sleep clinging to him like cobwebs. The whispers from the previous night still echoed in his mind, their eerie cadence gnawing at his thoughts. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, determined to face whatever mysteries the day might bring.      After a quick breakfast of stale bread and coffee, Ethan resumed his exploration of the mansion. The journal had hinted at hidden rooms and secret passages, and he was determined to find them. Armed with a flashlight and a renewed sense of purpose, he began his search in the library.      The library was a vast, dimly lit room filled with towering bookshelves that seemed to stretch to the ceiling. The air was thick with the musty scent of old paper and leather bindings. Ethan examined the shelves carefully, looking for any signs of a hidden mechanism.