. Lidya and Norvile approached to the door when they heard a scream:
"Hey! That's private property!" a woman voice said.
"We know. In fact, it's my property." Lidya said.
"Really?" the woman came closer and now they could distinguish her features. She wasn't a very tall woman, maybe 5 or 5.4 feet. She had wavy dark hair coughed in a bun and blue eyes. Seemed to be around 40. She was wearing a blue summer dress -in spring, when it's still pretty cold- , a black swater and brown old shoes." I'm Morgana Krumm, I own the Krumm Motel right over there." she said pointing to a billboard tha could be seen between the trees.
"Lidya Bouregard, are you Russian?"
"Norwegian." she said smiling."So..you own this place now,huh? Do you think you could ever let me see inside i always wandered."
"Sure, but now we're king of tired."
"Yeah, no problem. In fact if you have pluming problems or it's too cold or something you can always come stay at Krumm's. I'll low the price for you." she said winking to Lidya. The she turned around and leaved.
"Strange chick." Norvile said watching her disappear between the trees.
"Couldn't have said it better myself. Now let's go in, I'm freezing."
They rang the door and a small, red-haired old man answered. He also told them it was a private property and that he didn't take tourists. He was about to close the door but Lidya stopped him and said she was the new owner. He let them in and started telling them a short history about the house. Lidya didn't hear a thing for she was overwhelmed with old memories. She was awakened by the butler who finally presented himself as Francoui. "Come with me to show you your bedroom" he said while starting to go up the stairs.
The first floor looked even worse then the ground one. The butler showed them the main bedroom that was completely huge and the only one functional. The bed was at least 5 feet in width and around 6 in lenght. Sideways from it were 2 nightstands and in the other part of the room -which seemed like miles away- was a coach and 2 armchairs, one of which was broken and an old wardrobe big enough to stick a whole army in it.
"That Wardrobe is twice the age your uncle had miss Bouregard."Francoui said noticing Lidya and Norvile staring at it. "And if that would be all am gonna leave now."
"Wait, and my room?" said Norvile revolted.
"Oh I'm sorry sir, but there are only 2 functional rooms in the house: This one and mine. And I'm guessing you don't want to sleep with me in really narrow bed."
Norvile swallowed dryly. "No, no. I'll sleep on the coach."
The moment the butler got out of the room Lidya burst into laughing.
"Stop laughing Lid, it's not funny."
"Yes, yes it is. I can already see you sheeting while you're trying to cover your ears because he's snoring. " Lidya said and began to lough harder.
"Please, in fact..,-he said while steering at the bed- I think this bed is wider the he is tall. "
They bought burst laughing for a few minutes and the they went to sleep.
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The Inheritance
ParanormalI don't know why they all wanted my inheritance : dead or alive. They all just wanted it. Some say that the plantation was haunted some say the inheritance was cursed. I think it's the second one...It simply changed every one around it, and not in g...
