Blog - Part 2

The Mansion on Artistry Way: Janelle and the voice

Janelle stiffens. She knows this voice. She shouldn’t. How could she know this voice? But she knows the flow of the words rolling off the stranger’s tongue.

The floor shifts beneath her, tilting ever so slightly—not enough to move her, just enough to remind her that nothing is solid anymore.

Her fingers tighten around the key, but it is gone. And the door behind her? It is no longer there. The light flickers again, stronger this time, revealing the silhouette of a figure—not the stranger, but someone else, someone waiting. read more

The Mansion on Artistry Way: Janelle Returns

The basement stretches longer than she remembers, the darkness pressing in thicker now, hungrier. The stranger does not follow, yet she can feel his presence wrapping around her like a lingering shadow.

She stops before the door. Something about it is different now. The wood cracks open like veins, pulsing with something deeper beneath its surface. The doorknob is no longer brass; it gleams silver, smooth, expectant, waiting. Her heartbeat hammers against her ribs. read more

The Manison on Artistry Way: The Key

The basement air hangs thick with an unsettling quiet, pressing against Janelle’s skin like a living thing. The dark stranger’s words, twisted in half-truths and veiled warnings, still cling to her like cobwebs.

She swallows hard, forcing herself to steady her voice.

“What do you mean, it was never about me?” read more

The Mansion on Artistry Way: Janelle’s Fear

She forced herself to hold her ground.

“Who else?” she pressed.

The stranger’s gaze flickered to the journal still clutched in her hands.

“You already have your answers,” he murmured.

“You just don’t know how to read them yet.”

The pages in her grip fluttered open, but not to blank parchment. Not to Evelyn’s last words. read more

The Mansion on Artistry Way – The Confrontation

Janelle planted her feet, pulse hammering. Fear was clawing at her, but she wouldn’t let it control her. Not this time.

She squared her shoulders and held the stranger’s gaze.

“You’re telling me to leave like you have some authority over this place. But you’re still read more

The Mansion on Artistry Way – The Stranger in the Dark

Janelle steadied her breath, the whisper curling through the air like a thread of smoke.

“Janelle.”

It wasn’t her imagination. Someone was here.

She tightened her grip on the key, its cool metal grounding her, and stepped into the stone corridor. The walls were ancient, rough-hewn, not part of the modern mansion above. As she moved deeper, the light behind her faded, swallowed by the narrowing passage. read more

The Mansion on Artistry Way – The Descent

Janelle stood on the lawn, her breath slowing, but her heart racing. Every rational part of her screamed to walk away, to leave the house and never look back. But that wasn’t who she was.

She had escaped, but escaped from what?

And more importantly, why had it let her go?

Tugging the sleeves of her jacket tighter, she strode back toward the house. The grand entrance loomed before her, unchanged, as if it hadn’t just tried to trap her. She stepped inside, every creak of the wooden floors a reminder that she was stepping into the unknown, willingly this time. read more

The Mansion on Artistry Way – The Reckoning

Janelle lunged for the door, her pulse hammering in her ears. The handle wouldn’t budge. She yanked harder, but it was as if the house itself was holding her inside.

The warm, golden light flickered and then dimmed, casting long shadows over the pristine furniture. The hum beneath her feet grew louder, vibrating through the floorboards. read more

The Mansion on Artistry Way –The Choice Made

Janelle hesitated for only a moment before stepping through the threshold. The instant her foot crossed into the room, a quiet hum filled the air like a vibration just below the sound level, like the house was waking up.

The light in the room was warm and golden, too inviting for a place that had been hidden for decades. Janelle scanned the space, which had pristine furniture and dust-free surfaces, like someone had just tidied up. And then her eyes locked onto the journal on the desk, the one with her name written inside it. read more

The Mansion on Artistry Way

The Choice

Janelle hesitated, the weight of the key pressing against her palm. Her instincts screamed at her to drop it and walk away, but something kept her rooted.

She turned back to the journal, flipping further into its pages. Evelyn’s final entries were erratic and fragmented—a woman trapped in fear. read more

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