The sky was dark and the rain poured down hard, as if it would never stop. The streets were slick with water, reflecting the colorful lights of the city. It was a night of chaos and confusion, as people scrambled to take shelter from the storm. But in one small corner of the city, there was a different kind of chaos brewing. A group of strangers found themselves trapped in an old mansion on top of a hill - each one with their own secrets and motives for being there.
It was a simple assignment that led me down the rabbit hole of my own past. I thought I was just going to be writing a piece about an old abandoned mansion in the countryside, but what I found within those walls was much more than peeling wallpaper and creaky floorboards. It was a story of love, loss, and betrayal that had been hidden away for far too long.
The sun was setting on the small town of Millfield, casting a warm orange glow over the cobbled streets. It was a quiet place, where nothing ever happened. That is, until the circus came to town. The arrival of the big top brought an air of excitement and wonder that had been missing for years.