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Printed from https://shop.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/1052782-The-Haunting-Eyes-of-the-Widows-Stool
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Rated: E · Book · Writing · #2292262
... where my muse goes for 2023 ...
#1052782 added July 19, 2023 at 1:37am
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The Haunting Eyes of the Widow's Stool.
         Eleanor Evergreen, while crossing the great expanse of the countryside, came across mesmerising architecture that emitted an air of mystery and majesty. The charm of this majestic mansion situated among the rolling hills drew her, offering unknown legends and hidden treasures within its sacred walls. Legends attracted her like an alluring siren's song. The locals issued her a stern warning. Shivers ran down her spine when whispers of a cursed mansion and a haunting widow's stool reached her ears.
         The legend of the widow's stool and the intriguing monster with glowing white eyes has gone beyond folklore, capturing the hearts and minds of daring explorers and those eager to fathom the mysteries of the unknown. The long legend of the widow's stool and the enigmatic monster from the hidden realm remained, enthralling daring souls eager to solve their mystery.
         Eleanor Evergreen's curiosity drove her to observe it firsthand.
         Under the starless night sky's inky immensity. A candle flickering on the window sill threw spooky shadows on the old furniture. Amelia Hawthorne would have blended into the darkness if she hadn't had her magnificent coat. Her fur's inky darkness appeared to swallow up what little light ventured to penetrate the room. Her ocular orbs took on a humorous charm with her brilliant alabaster eye sockets staring through the luxurious fur. Throughout the evening, they resembled two sparkling spheres, concentrating attentively on Eleanor Evergreen's every move—nearly every move—left, right, left, and right again.
         Eleanor Evergreen was terrified and fascinated when that strange thing appeared before her eyes. She clenched her fists against the ceiling, her heart pounding with a heady mix of dread and elation, battling gravity in an unusual setting. She scrutinised the intriguing creature below her.
         Amelia Hawthorne, a woman of exceptional grace and strength, sat down on the stool that her late husband had once occupied. He was a daring explorer who travelled the world in search of exceptional and exotic beings. He is said to have discovered an illusive region rich with ethereal spirits and beautiful creatures, returning victorious with an outstanding specimen.
         Her eyes rolled with annoyance as they painstakingly monitored Eleanor Evergreen's every tiny movement. She seemed to have an extraordinary ability to distinguish Eleanor Evergreen's exact soul in the midst of the ethereal environment that surrounded her. When she was in pain, she flailed around on the widow's stool, releasing a spine-chilling shriek that echoed throughout the room. Eleanor Evergreen hid herself behind her cloak of uncertainty, mulling over her discovery. Her excellent observation appears to have elicited this strange behaviour.
         The flickering flame danced again, its uneven illumination casting strange shadows on the walls and infusing the atmosphere with a mysterious force. Eleanor Evergreen made the firm decision to leave at that very moment. She had no wish to tempt fate by attempting to fathom the cryptic widow's stool and its strange occupant.
         Eleanor Evergreen cast an inquisitive glance at the intriguing creature, elegantly dropping from the ceiling in complete silence. Amelia Hawthorne, with a perplexed expression on her face, appeared to be adrift in a turbulent sea of emotions, in stark contrast to Eleanor Evergreen's serene and self-assured demeanour.
         Eleanor Evergreen stepped out of the mansion with a mixture of relief and intrigue racing through her veins. An inexplicable event unfurled before her eyes in a breathtaking exhibition that defied all logic and the laws of nature. She'd never be able to forget those penetrating, luminescent eyes.
         Eleanor Evergreen made a concerted effort to avoid the mansion after that awful night. Her interest, however, lingered, particularly in relation to the inexplicable presence of the creature seated on the widow's stool. Amelia Hawthorne had returned. Is Amelia Hawthorne still residing in the intriguing depths of that abode's obscurity? Eleanor Evergreen yearned for a deeper knowledge of the enigmatic elements that lay beyond her immediate perception.
         She embarked on a journey for knowledge, driven to solve the riddles veiled in shadows and captivated by the invisible regions that seemed to torment her own life. That terrible event became a treasured enigma, offering a poignant monument to the world's ongoing mysteries.
         Eleanor Evergreen regaled her children and grandchildren with tales of the enthralling creature that had taken up residence on the widow's stool, longing for a saviour to solve the mystery shrouding that abyssal emptiness.

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