Hey, I am Alora Hawthorne, and today I will tell you a story about how my life literally changed. I was born on a rainy night in September in a massive mansion, which I have called my home for 16 years. My home is like the gothic mansions you see in movies. It is not scary to me, though.I have always found it mesmerizing until one blood chilling thing happened in it. I could not see my childhood house the way I used to see it after what happened. So if you are ready to listen to this story of mine, let’s start.
I was living with my father, mother, and grandmother in a massive mansion like that. We had a maid and a gardener who stayed with us. Everything was pretty normal for a family that lives in a house like that. I loved growing up there, and we were a happy family. After some time, my parents started arguing, and they weren’t small arguments. I couldn’t hear what they were arguing about, and when I asked them, they said it was nothing and started talking about something else. One day, when I came from school, my mother told me that my father had gone on a business trip somewhere abroad. I asked when he was coming, and she said in a few weeks. I was sad that he didn’t say goodbye, and I tried calling him, but his phone was off. After a few weeks my father came home. The second he entered the house I got goosebumps, which was weird. He hugged me and said he missed me. He called me “Ally” as a shorter version of “Alora” but my father never called me that. I had a weird feeling, but I brushed it off. As the days went by, my mother and father didn’t argue as they used to before my father’s trip. I was really glad, and we went back to being our old happy family, but weirdly my gut was telling me something was off. I didn’t give much thought to it. One day I was looking for something that I had lost and went to the basement to see if it was there. The basement was smelling weird, maybe a little like blood. I saw a trunk in our basement and opened it. The second I opened it, my stomach literally dropped.
Our family secrets were hidden in the trunk in the basement of our house. When I opened the trunk, I learned things that completely changed my outlook on life. I saw my father’s body in the trunk covered in blood. I didn’t know what to do, and started crying. Who was the man in my house if my father is lying in this truck. The maid came to the basement after she heard the crying voices, and I asked who the man in my house was. She said: “Long time ago, your father had a twin who looked exactly like him who lived in this mansion called Drew, he knew your mother too, and he loved your mother. Your father and Drew had a big argument about your mother, and then Drew left, I heard that he went abroad. But the day your father came back from that trip, I understood that the man who entered this house wasn’t your father; it was Drew. I didn’t know what to do and I talked to them about it, but they threatened me and told me to keep my mouth shut. I was scared and didn’t tell anyone, but your mother and Drew who is your uncle, killed your father. Probably because they wanted to be together and rich.” I was completely mind blown and angry. I confronted my mother, and she said she did it for love. How could someone kill their child’s father for love? Well now my mother and my uncle are both in jail for a lifetime, and I am still living in that old Hawthorne Mansion with Sara, the maid who told me the truth; the blood chilling truth in the Hawthorne Mansion…
