My nightmare turns into a daydream

The opening page of a mystery story.

The next time thunder boomed, Darcy almost had a heart attack. She was wandering around the streets of Manhattan at afternoon looking for her only friend Julian. Darcy looked up to the sky and watched as the grey clouds twisted and churned. Feeling scared she muttered, “Where are you?”

Darcy couldn’t believe that Julian left her. Ever since they met, they always sticked together and tried to forget the fact that they were homeless. But, this storm brought up the worst memories; the day her parents died, the day she lost her brother trying to save him and worse, the day she accidentally killed her twin sister.

Darcy missed the warm smile of her sister. No matter how depressed she was, she would always find a way to make her laugh.

As she walked she spotted an empty mansion a few metres away. As it started raining, she broke into a run and went inside the mansion.

As she went in, a chilly feeling swept over her. The place was as cold as ice. The sitting room was neatly laid out with fancy furniture from old times. But they were covered in a thin layer of dust. As her eyes moved to the corner of the room, there was a pillar sprouting from the floor and tied to it was her best friend Julian.

Julian moaned half consciously. He’s hand gripped and clawed at the rope tied to his neck, grasping for any chance at life. Darcy trudged to the other side of the room because she had a feeling someone……..or something was watching her. She helplessly tried to help Julian but nothing would work.

Suddenly the room was filled with a rotting smell. She turned and saw a whisp of grey, then everything went black.