The Forgotten...? ••• 𝐂.𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐥

(3) 𝐂oming across the door

☝︎ Lucia's door. This is seven-year-old Lucia because that is the age she ran away and I don't know if the doors change when you're not living in the house or not but imma assume they don't. So yeah. Pretend it's not glowing I CBA to make it not glow, but here you are Lucia's door.
Ok just saw on TikTok that the others, when they got their doors they were adults on it so I'm confused now cause Antonio was still a child on his door so. Very confused. But imma going with this.

St Lucia's gift is to see the past with water. Or anything that can be mad if water, like steam, mist, ice? Idk but yeah. So here are two options, mist at her feet or water, I can't draw water good. But here you guys choose or just make up your own in Ur head if you are not happy with these. Mkay bye-bye.

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Camilo's POV:

"Camilo..."

"...What...?" I asked, clearly annoyed that someone woke me up. I peeked one eye open and looked around my room and saw that it was barely lit.

"Camilo."

"What!" I yelled back, glaring at the closed door. I moved to get up and sighed, feeling the air was colder them underneath my blankets.

"CAMILO!?"

"WHAT!?" I got out of bed and trudged to the door, I was in my pyjamas and it was so early the sun hasn't even fully come out, yet.
"What is it you need that it can't wai-!?" Someone slapped a hand over my mouth and I looked up to see Dolores and Mirabel staring at me with a mixture of frustration and nervousness.

"Be quiet, Cami. We can't get caught." Dolores clarified as she started to fiddle with the frilly bits on her dress.
"What? Why do we have to be quiet?" I asked, turning to look at Mirabel as Dolores just stayed quiet and fidgety.
"Because if anyone finds us they'll want us to help with breakfast preparations and we've got somewhere to be. So let's get going." She advised, pointing both of her thumbs left as she nodded her head that way too.
"What?" I pouted, confused, turning away and walking into my room, to my bed. I flopped onto my bed and sighed. This bed is amazing.

"Camilo, get up it's time to go!" Mirabel sighed, walking over to me and nudging my shoulder, continuously.
"Go? Go where?" I mumbled into my pillow, turning further away from her and snuggling further into the quilt.
"To... Lucia's room. Remember?" I jumped up and looked at the two as if they were crazy. Before I remembered the conversation last night before I went to sleep. I groaned, getting out of bed and went to find my clothes, occasionally glancing a the two.
"Yeah, yeah. I remember. You guys wait outside, I'll be out in a minute."

"Alright. But hurry Camilo. The others are starting to wake up, we don't have much time." Mirabel informed me, walking out the room as she clutched onto her satchel.

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"Ok, let's get going. And," I suggested, closing my door shut and following the girls as they began to speed up their pace.
"Good morning, by the way," I smirked, walking past them and taking the lead of the small group.

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"Do you guys even know where her room is?" Mirabel pipped up, as she turned the next left corner and walked down the long corridor.
"How'd we know? We only heard a little bit of information about her, not the whereabouts on were she used to sleep." I rolled my eyes, as we continued walking down the 11th different hallway. I could feel my legs aching and the feeling of annoyance settle in. We walked for a little longer until someone stopped us.

"Hey. Wait." My cousin said stiffly, I turned back to look at her, she was looking at something. I went to go to her, followed by my sister and saw her looking up at a... staircase. I peeked up the stairs and I think I saw a door at the stop, it looked dark and dim, but it could be the door we're looking for.

"Look a staircase. Have you ever seen it before?" Mirabel asked, turning to look at me as she scrunched up her face, looking all confused and somewhat shocked.
"Uh... No. I, I don't remember this hallway either, to be honest." I can't believe I've lived here my whole life, 17 years and never, not once seen this part of the house. I mean I probably have but never took any notice of it, when you get used to things you begin to grow bored and not pay attention.

"Maybe it's up there?" Dolores added quietly, we can barely hear her sometimes. It's a miracle we can hear her.
"Yeah, sure. Let's try up there. Why not, right?" I mumbled, lazily running up the steps, the others following after me. My hand was on the bannister and as I looked around I was a little creeped out. It was dark, really dark. No candles, no colour, it was grey and depressing. I could feel the dust collecting itself on my skin as my hand glided up the railing, it made me cringe but I wasn't going to let go. The stairs were steep and old, every step we made sounded unsafe. Casita is normally so colourful and vibrant, I never thought I'd see a part of her dying, dreary and depressing.

"Achoo!"

"Adiós Mio-! Dolores, you gave me a heart attack." I glared, scowling at her as I turned back to look at her. With the atmosphere and setting, we're in I don't want any jump scares happening. At all.

"Hurry, hurry. We don't have long until we have to go back." Mirabel hastily ordered, gesturing her hands in a shooing motion and nodding her head upward.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm going, I'm going." I rushed up the stairs, taking two at a time until I got to the top. There was a bit of space up there, a little in-built shelf in the walls on either side of me. The one to the left of me was a... shrine, almost. It had a young picture of, who I'm guessing was Lucia with flowers and burnt-out candles. And on the other wall's shelves, to the right of me, were books and paper cutouts of people holding hands. A human hand holding chain, but it was folded up and bunched in the corner.

There was also thick layers of dust everywhere, on the shelves, doorknob floor. Anything and everything. I also noticed specs and clusters of sand in random places on the shelves and floor.
"There's quite a bit of sand, isn't there? Heh?" I hummed, turning back to the girls, nodding down the sand-covered surfaces and grinning. Mirabel rolled her eyes as Dolores just blinked at my failed attempt of making the situation less tense.

"Ok, very funny Camilo. Now move, so we can get off the staircase and on the landing." Mirabel ordered and I quickly moved to the side, holding my hands up in defence, plastering on a wide grin as she took a glance at me. She moved around me and took the lead. We walked the very short distance to the door and Mirabel stopped, I'm guessing to just admire the door? Or maybe to make sure it was safe or something.

"Can't believe we're here. I honestly thought we wouldn't have enough balls to do it." I laughed, grinning from ear to ear as I got scowls from both of them. Until they turned away again.
"Speak for yourself, Camilo." Mirabel giggled, as she took in a large breathe and touched the door. Feeling across the wooden and its indents and carvings. I stood further back watching the girls look at the door. I admired it from afar. Lucia didn't look evil, well not when she was younger at least. But she looked like a cute little munchkin a couple of years back.

"Ok, let's go in?" Mirabel said, sounding more like a question than a statement, as she went to grab the doorknob. As she held onto it and twisted it, Dolores squeaked and lightly jumped.
"Wow..." Dolores whispered as some of the carvings in the door lit up, dimly and very, very quickly. She stared wide-eyed, inspecting it, almost smiling. Which, maybe I add, was a very rare thing for her to do. I don't know why she was smiling, at a door non the less, but I know she's curious just like me and possibly, Mirabel too.

"Yeah... Woah." I added, going closer to the door and beginning to stare at the child carved in the wood on the door. She looked... familiar...

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