ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴏʀ [ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ

「ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛɪɴɢ」

A drop of wax falls down the young [name]'s fingers causing her to hiss at the sensation of pain while she walks down the garden holding lit candle that dimly lights the dark space.

Her light footsteps came to a halt as she reaches a cottage door Her warm [s/t] fingers take a hold of the knob.

With a wary feeling she turned the knob and pushed the door entering a room full of old photos and little trinkets.

She observes the room before walking into the direction of a certain photo. A young girl with beautiful brown hair and captivating eyes.

"Rebecca Annette Hayes" [name] whispers shining the candle in the plaque that accompanies it.

My great-grand aunt, I remember grandpa saying she died from a rare decease at age sixteen though his father (her brother) never believed it and always said that she was murdered by her lover. she thought while she looks over to the photo next to it.

[Name] puts down the burning candle as She took the framed picture in her hands examining it.

A young boy wearing a cap and holding her great grand aunt's hand both smiling in the direction of the camera.

They look happy. she thought turning over the frame and finding a note written in the back.

"ᴄʟᴀʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ sɴᴇᴀᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛʟʏ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴄɴɪᴄ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴋᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴜɴ ᴡᴇ sᴘʟᴀsʜᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀsᴇᴅ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴏ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇғᴜʟ ɪ ғᴇʟᴛ sᴏ ғʀᴇᴇ ɪ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛᴀʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ɪ ғᴇʟᴛ ʙᴀᴅ ʟʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴀʏ."

"It's the only way?" [Name] whispered to herself
Not noticing not hearing the door open until a hand shoots out and taps her shoulders.

"Miss [name]! What are you doing here?!" The maid, Angela quietly yells.

[Name] turned around startled and panicking slightly as she frantically hid the picture in the pocket of her dress

"Nothing! Just looking around." [Name] says while giving Angela a nervous smile accompanied with an awkward laugh.

"Now is not the the time to be looking around your whole family is waiting for you!!" Angela scolds as she tries to pull the young girl out of the room.

"I know!I know! wait a second!" [Name] yells as her eyes catches the single painting sitting in the middle of the room.

"What is it?!" Angela questions

"The candle we can't leave burning unattended." The younger girl gives an excuse looking innocently at the older one.

"Right! quickly put it out I will wait outside." Angela said before walking out the opened door and quietly closing it.

[Name] takes her attention away from the door the maid has just slipped out to and back to the painting of the red door.

Her feet moved towards the direction of the painting, Passing by the table that held the burning candle and taking it in her hands.

The girl shines the candle close to the odd painting.

It's just a painting of a red door, how weird. She thought.

It's probably just some painting my grandad painted with some oddly Riddled meaning. The girl shrugged turning away from the stained canvas while blowing out the candle.

[Name] walked towards the exit looking back at the red door before exiting quietly unaware of the inevitable disaster brewing with in.

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A/n:

I'm not really good at writing and English is not my first language so I'm sorry for the grammatical errors (I'll probably edit it later)  but I still hope everyone who reads this enjoys it.

On that note thank you for reading, See you later bye. -(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧