When I woke up that morning, I sat there and have the remembering moment of where am I.
I sat on the edge of the bed to organize what I wanted to do, that’s when I heard a gentle knock on the door.
“Come in”
A young maid appeared and said “Mrs. White, the breakfast is ready or shall I bring it here so you can eat peacefully?”
“No thank you, I will be down in a minute” I told her.
“Shall I get you anything?” she asked.
“No” I smiled at her “but I will need your help later”
“But of course” she nodded.
I pulled on my jeans and a white t-shirt then went down stairs toward the kitchen and saw no one on the dining table.
“Where is Edward?” I asked.
“He’s still asleep” the same maid answer.
So I guess I was going to eat alone.
After finishing my breakfast I still didn’t figure out what to do, so I went to talk to George who was sitting on the chair thinking.
“No tasks to do ha?” I tried to make a joke.
“Well, unfortunately no, but we keep doing our best” he told me.
I said nothing in respond I wanted to have the silence communication and George was someone who actually enjoyed it.
I dismissed myself later and started to wonder inside the house.
The house was certainly big, I even thought there would be a secret door behind the library or a hidden tunnel under the ground that leads to a room that has a lot of computers and then I would find Adam and his father there, and why is that?
Because they are spies who came from Russia.
But no. there was nothing like that.
“Can I help you with something Mrs.?” asked the same maid who knocked on my door – her name was Megan.
“No thanks, I was just looking for a secret hidden door” I stopped for a moment to realize that what I just said sound really childish.
“Umm never mind” I looked down.
“No it’s okay I mean I myself thought the same thing when I first start to work here” she turned red.
“But” she went on “there is an attic, a really old attic”
My face lightened up so I said “can you come along with me?”
“Sure” she smiled sweetly “let me get some candles first”
We climbed the ancient stairs, the thick dust entered my lungs and I started to cough.
“Oh god, are you alright?” Megan cried out.
“Yes I’m fine” I coughed even more but I kept moving ignoring Megan panicking screams.
The attic wasn’t small, and there were a lot of things, a lot of boxes.
I thought I would find a doll that will turn out to be soon an evil doll with a ghost spirit inside but no, it was just old lamps and books.
Junks, a lot of junks, I don’t know why Mr. Thomas was keeping them here.
Except that one box placed in the corner.
And no it wasn’t a dramatic scene where I had this feeling that this was the one, this was the box that I should look into.
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Amber
Non-Fiction"That thing about 'Everything has changed' it's true, and it's all because of that one person, everything has turned upside down, my life, my dreams, my style, my heart and myself, it's like the 'happy ending' has finally came, depressed became an u...
