The Curse of The Abraams Manor

By @Bunnygirl13
The Curse of The Abraams Manor

A group of kids on the world's most shocking field trip, get snowed in at the historically infamous manor of the late Abraams family, become shocked when things take a turn for the worst. One by one, by the hour, the people in their party start mysteriously disappearing. And it's up to Terrah and her friends try to figure out what is happening, but they are rapidly running out of time to solve it.

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

In pleasant silence, Terrah and her friends sat on the polished floor of the archaic library, books sprawled across everyone’s lap. On her right, Jess was furiously invested with two books at once, looking back and forth between the two. And on her left, Nate, who had gotten immensely bored with his pile of books and started to build a tower of sorts. It was humorous how serene the moment felt, that was until her watch started blaring uncontrollably.

“BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!” Flinching from the noise, Terrah put aside her book and hastily stopped her alarm. Unfortunately, when doing so Terrah also noticed the time, 1:35. 

“Guys we should hurry it up, we only have around 25 minutes left,” she warned. Promptly her friends all simultaneously closed their books and huddled back together.

“So,” Max began, “what’d everyone learn?” 

“Well I learned that the Abraams bought this house in 1870, around the time when Damien Abraams started working at his new law firm, becoming the superintendent of that station,” Terrah endured. 

“Oh I read something about that as well,” Jaxon said crossing his arms in a casual manner, “I also think I saw something about how their daughter caught pneumonia at an early age.” 

“Well I didn’t read anything new since I researched before the trip, and from what I know their daughter, Elizabeth, was an energetic kid, getting into various antics in the town and at home, according to their resident housemaid.” Jess contributed

“Who was their housemaid again,” Greg asked.

“Oh I think her name was Rose Davis or something, apparently she was the niece of Mary Abraams, the wife. I think it was over favoritism or she needed a job.” Jess concluded.

 Terrah’s eyes bulged, her heart lurched. Rose Davis was the name of her grandmother from 200 years ago! You know the one who she inherited her family’s pendant from. She worked here? No wonder this crazy manor felt familiar to Terrah, she was connected to it spiritually! This trip was getting out of hand, she only signed up for extra credit and a chance to hang out with Jess but this, this was something out of the ordinary. Hollywood movie material she’d bet. Terrah unconsciously hid her pendant behind her sweater and looked back at the group as if nothing had been wrong.

“So what does any of this have to do with that creepy clock upstairs,” Nate scowled. 

“Relax,” Jess said reassuringly, “I thought something was up when we heard about their daughter dying so I did some background research and found out that apparently the grandfather clock was a baby shower gift when Elizabeth was born.” 

“I’m guessing that strange baby shower gift plus the timely death of their only daughter probably made the dad crazy in guilt ultimately making him kill himself,” Jaxon suggested comically. 

“That’s…actually true,” Jess said surprised, “after his death Mary died shortly after from a heart attack and the right went to Rose, she ended up selling the house and everything in it except for a few things.” Oh yeah like a pendant belonging to a dead girl, Terrah screamed internally.  

“Let’s go back and check on the clock, maybe there’s another clue on it somewhere,” Max advised, exiting the room as the rest trailed swiftly behind him. 

As the group proceeded to return upstairs Terrah couldn’t help but think back to that painting she first saw here, especially since she’s discovered her own grandmother was the niece of the Abraams family. Everything made sense, why Terrah had looked almost identical to Elizabeth, and why her family owned the pendant. But I wonder if anyone else knew, Jess picked up on things almost in an instant, and Jaxon had already pointed out the first time they saw the portrait. Whatever, Terrah shrugged, it probably means nothing, just a coincidence. Realizing she’d been stuck in a trance, Terrah focused her eyes back on her friends, who in the meantime were trying, but failing miserably, to pick up the clock.

“You’re never gonna get it off the ground you guys,” Nate said unsatisfied, leaning against the wall. 

“Well, it wouldn’t be so hard if someone lent a hand and helped,” Jaxon persuaded.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the strongest kid in school?” Nate asked, clearly not interested but wanting Jaxon to back off.

“That’s my legs,” Jaxon urged,” my legs are the strongest in school.”

“Hah,” Terrah accidentally laughing a little too loudly, quickly shut her mouth when Jaxon turned around to glare at her.

“You think this is funny?” He interrogated.

“Maybe,” Terrah chuckled, amused by his angry expression, perhaps she’s finally found what made the “strong” Jaxon tick. Almost instantly the two got into the world’s most heated argument Terrah had ever seen. And both of her parents were lawyers. 

“Guys…”Jess said silently. However, both Terrah and Jaxon proceeded to ignore her continuing on with their catfight.

“Guys,” She tried louder, but still nothing. Infuriated Jess tried one last time, screaming her statement.


“What?” Terrah and Jaxon said together at the same time. 

“I think I know where everyone got taken to,” She huffed.

“What! Where?” Terrah said, stepping away from Jaxon.

“In here…” Jess opted towards the standing clock. Both of the fighting students walked over to where she was pointing, shocked at what stood in front of them. There inside the clock, sat everyone, Mrs. Hawthorne and Scott, Olive and Carl, Ally and Samantha. Somehow, for reasons and forces Terrah could not understand, everyone had gotten captured within that godforsaken clock. 

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