The House
The House
Always
Always
Wins
Wins
I have a dead girl’s face
I thought moving to Bay Harbor would be my fresh start. A clean
slate.
What I didn’t expect was to get sucked into some twisted, decades-
old mystery—with a ghost staring back at me from the mirror.
And here’s the kicker: she looks just like me. Now I’m stuck piecing
together the hellish puzzle that is Chetwood Manor before I end up
like her.
Every clue I dig up pulls me deeper into the darkest corners of Bay
Harbor, and trust me, the secrets in this town could tear it apart.
The mansion itself groans like it’s alive, and there’s more than just
whispers in the walls.
Whatever’s lurking here? It’s far worse than a ghost.
Time’s running out. I need to figure out who I can trust—and fast.
Because someone’s hiding dangerous secrets, and those secrets?
They’re deadly.
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The Chetwood Estate is as creepy as I remember.
Cameron pulls the car up the road as close as he can to the
house before the rough landscape makes it impossible. Then
we walk up to the manor where lights on the bottom floor
appear to be on. I shudder at the implications. This place
hasn’t had electricity in years, and I wonder what’s
happened. I hold onto Cameron’s arm as we climb the hill.
"You think this is really necessary?" he asks.
"As necessary as it gets. All the answers I’m looking for are
behind these doors." We walk the path that curves around
the side of the house under the carport. Now I can imagine
what it was like twenty years ago with Amber running outside
to meet Jackson, but instead meeting her birth mom.
How Amber must’ve felt as she discovered she was pregnant
while the town ostracized her as damaged goods. How alone
she must’ve felt as she decided to run away.
I wish I could’ve helped her.
Cameron tries the door, but this time it won’t budge.
"Locked. Someone must want us to find another way in."
"Let’s keep going around the back." I lead the way as the
pavement changes to large patio blocks that are much like
the rest of the house—broken and shattered—but they lead us
to a back door that was once glass but is now boarded up
with planks of wood. I reach around and twist the knob until
it turns.
I hold my breath. Here we go again.
The door is wedged shut, but I drag it open.
The house awaits you