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"From what I gathered from these brief snippets of street-corner and schoolyard lore, the boarding house was cursed. No one could give an exact date of when this darkness first took root, but it all had to do with that particular door and the mournful man in the sealed garden. He was said to be the original house owner, an Elfin aristocrat so wicked that even after death his spirit terrorized the place.
This haunting would continue for years until an exorcist finally bound the spirit to a far corner of the garden where the man had died. Then the only door to that place was shut and sealed up forever. Yet time and time again, the door would reappear and people have been known to disappear upon entering it. Some of them disappeared forever while others turned up looking as if they had aged several decades.
That was as far as I got before a note was intercepted by Isabella who promptly showed it to her mother, who then brought it to the attention of Grand-mère Jardin. Not long afterward, I was asked to attend a ten o'clock meeting.
Naturally, I was not particularly looking forward to a meeting with the head hostess who also happened to be a Kikimora witch.
I spent the next hour and a half packing my stuff just in case I get sent to a youth hostel or a halfway house somewhere. Wouldn't be the first time my curiosity got me in serious hot water, I thought dismally. Wish I just kept my mouth shut about the man in the garden, wish I never found that damned key.
"Marie, you're leaving?" a burbly, childish voice caused me to jump.
Without even bothering to knock, Carrol Laburnham came strolling in, stopping just inches from me. Unlike the stereotypical socially inept geek, she wasn't fat nor acne-stricken, but her flesh had a pale, flaccid look like the underside of a toad. Her dark hair hung in loose corkscrews around her freckled cheeks. Although she seemed to be showering now (probably after repeated irate pleas for better hygiene from the Jardines and her aunt), she now reeked of essential oils and talcum powder.
"That's just a rumor," I replied, taking a step back before Carrol invaded my personal space completely. "I'm sure the Jardins wouldn't throw someone out on account of them accidentally learning of some dubious town history."

From The Brass Key
by Mariko Pratt>creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/Th…

Still deciding whether to make Carrol an animal mutant or mutated human.

Software used for enhancing--Microsoft Paint 3D for Windows and Adobe Photoshop

The Brass Key various anthro characters(C) to mmpratt99 2021-2022

First Book>www.amazon.com/Basement-Doom-K…

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pg. 80>www.deviantart.com/mmpratt99/a…

"From what I gathered from these brief snippets of street-corner and schoolyard lore, the boarding house was cursed. No one could give an exact date of when this darkness first took root, but it all had to do with that particular door and the mournful man in the sealed garden. He was said to be the original house owner, an Elfin aristocrat so wicked that even after death his spirit terrorized the place.
This haunting would continue for years until an exorcist finally bound the spirit to a far corner of the garden where the man had died. Then the only door to that place was shut and sealed up forever. Yet time and time again, the door would reappear and people have been known to disappear upon entering it. Some of them disappeared forever while others turned up looking as if they had aged several decades.
That was as far as I got before a note was intercepted by Isabella who promptly showed it to her mother, who then brought it to the attention of Grand-mère Jardin. Not long afterward, I was asked to attend a ten o'clock meeting.
Naturally, I was not particularly looking forward to a meeting with the head hostess who also happened to be a Kikimora witch.
I spent the next hour and a half packing my stuff just in case I get sent to a youth hostel or a halfway house somewhere. Wouldn't be the first time my curiosity got me in serious hot water, I thought dismally. Wish I just kept my mouth shut about the man in the garden, wish I never found that damned key.
"Marie, you're leaving?" a burbly, childish voice caused me to jump.
Without even bothering to knock, Carrol Laburnham came strolling in, stopping just inches from me. Unlike the stereotypical socially inept geek, she wasn't fat nor acne-stricken, but her flesh had a pale, flaccid look like the underside of a toad. Her dark hair hung in loose corkscrews around her freckled cheeks. Although she seemed to be showering now (probably after repeated irate pleas for better hygiene from the Jardines and her aunt), she now reeked of essential oils and talcum powder.
"That's just a rumor," I replied, taking a step back before Carrol invaded my personal space completely. "I'm sure the Jardins wouldn't throw someone out on account of them accidentally learning of some dubious town history."

From The Brass Key
by Mariko Pratt>creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/Th…

Still deciding whether to make Carrol an animal mutant or mutated human.

Software used for enhancing--Microsoft Paint 3D for Windows and Adobe Photoshop

The Brass Key various anthro characters(C) to mmpratt99 2021-2022

First Book>www.amazon.com/Basement-Doom-K…