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MidReal Story
The Butler's Secret
Anonymous
6d ago
Scenario:I am being served by my butler Sebastian
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Mrs. Jenkins
housekeeper of the mansion who knows its secrets well, works closely with Sebastian and Emily, plump with a warm smile, wise and protective.
Sebastian Blackwood
enigmatic butler of the mansion, serves Emily and other staff members, tall with sharp features and piercing eyes, stoic yet deeply loyal.
Emily Carter
young heir to a mysterious mansion, relationships with Sebastian and other household staff, petite with curly brown hair, curious and independent.
The mansion had been abandoned for nearly twenty years.
It was rumored that the previous owner had gone mad in his twilight years, spending all of his vast fortune on dark magic and alchemy.
When he finally passed away, the estate had been left to rot.
Now, it was mine.
I stared up at the crumbling facade in shock.
I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
"It's a bit much, isn't it?"
My voice shook slightly as I turned to the tall, stoic man who stood beside me.
Sebastian Blackwood was my butler.
Or so he claimed.
He had shown up at my hotel room with a suitcase and a keycard, telling me that I was now the owner of the Carter estate.
As far as I knew, he could be an axe murderer.
But there was something about him that made me trust him instantly.
Perhaps it was his sharp jawline.
Or his piercing blue eyes.
I trailed behind Sebastian, my gaze drifting upward to the intricate carvings that adorned the banister, the wood worn smooth by generations of hands.
The air grew thick with the scent of decay and forgotten memories as we ascended, the silence between us punctuated only by the soft creaks of the stairs.
At the top, a long corridor stretched out before us, lined with cobweb-shrouded portraits that seemed to watch me with cold, dead eyes.
Sebastian led me past door after door, each one slightly ajar, as if inviting me to explore the secrets within.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as we approached a door at the far end of the hall, its surface adorned with strange symbols that seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy.
"This way, Miss Carter," Sebastian said, his voice low and even, as he pushed open the door to reveal a room that seemed frozen in time.
The walls were lined with dusty bookshelves, their contents spilling onto the floor in chaotic disarray.
In the center of the room, a massive wooden desk loomed, its surface scarred and scratched, as if it had borne witness to countless dark rituals.
I felt a strange connection to this space, as if I had been here before, though I knew that was impossible.
Sebastian moved to stand beside me, his eyes fixed on some point beyond my shoulder.
"What is this place?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"The study of the former owner," he replied, his tone devoid of emotion.
Suddenly, a faint whisper seemed to caress my ear, the words indistinguishable but the malevolent intent clear.
I spun around, but there was no one there.
Sebastian's eyes locked onto mine, his pupils constricting as he took a step closer.
"Miss Carter, you must understand," he said, his voice barely audible, "this house is alive in ways you cannot yet comprehend."
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. "What do you mean, alive?"
"The former owner left more than just his possessions behind," Sebastian continued, his gaze unwavering.