His promise

His promise

By crisseon

It was the 13th of December when I dreamt my prince, my knight in shining armor, and my lover.

My family and I went back to our vacation house somewhere in the Philippines. It was owned by the wealthiest family, the Watson family. Every year, we opt to spend our vacation on this island.

One late afternoon, I went outside for a stroll to see my friends who lives here. As I was walking a very old big house caught the attention of my wandering mind. It was covered with vines resembling a scary, creepy haunted house.

I think I shouldn’t go there but something pulled me to go inside and a creepy thing happened, the gate opened itself. And the scary part is that I didn’t seem to mind it.

As I stepped inside  my eyes widened in disbelief with what I saw.

To say that it is big is an understatement. It’s not just a big house, it’s a freaking mansion! A Scarier, hair raising, huge mansion, but, strangely enough it is nostalgic.

The door and windows are shut closed but, I was astonished when the door suddenly opened with a creepy sound you usually hear in movies.

I am still wondering why it suddenly opened, “no one was there so how did it happen?” I asked myself.

Then the next thing I knew, I am already observing everything that is inside, taking in every aspect of the interesting mansion.

The surroundings give chills to my spine, it’s too dark and the only light that illuminates the place was the lights that coming from the outside, “I had enough adventure for today” I muttered. Finally deciding to leave the house, err… mansion.

I was on my out when I heard a noise that suspiciously came from upstairs.

I know, I know. You should not go there, that’s what those stupid characters do in movies where they end up DEAD, but I still went there to check it out while holding my shaking hands. I didn’t expect that I’ll be meeting a boy, the boy was staring at a portrait, and he looks so serious.

I thought he was the house keeper’s son, but he looks so damn cute not to mention hot.

I couldn’t stop staring at him, until he turned to me,

“Hi” he said to me with a smile on his face, it is weird because there are some undefined shining object surrounds him which I thought some sort of fireflies.

The atmosphere was so awkward. Not because of the place but the fact that he caught me staring at him.

I only gave him a timid smile in return. He returned in staring the dusty portrait of a family that was hanging on the wall.

I was curious so I myself look at it, and I just realized this mansion was owned by the late Watson family.

The late Watson family was famous because they were rich and very approachable, and very nice to other, but they were abused. They all died including their 11 year old son due to a car accident, that’s what the press said but most of the people think it was fabricated.

He started to talk again; “call me Kent” while looking at me with his deep blue eyes,

I think I already saw those eyes; it reminds me of someone that I know, but I’m not sure.

It took me a couple of seconds to reply

“Err…nice to meet you, well, err…. I’m Aria, Aria Sherwood” ugh. I mentally rolled my eyes at myself. I stuttered in front a cute boy! A very cute boy.