After an unexplainable accident Annabelle finds herself hundred years in the past. In the boom of the 1920s, the era of Jazz and bootleggers. But it's not just the 20s she now has to deal with, she also happens to find herself stumble right into the...
(the way I just lived up to every single 'dumb white person in a horror movie' cliché. There was tapping and knocking noise kinda like running coming from my attic..and what did I decide to do? Right. Investigate. At 1AM.)
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In a matter of miliseconds, I had turned around, stumbled back into the pub and bursted into the private room.
"The shop. You've been done over."
Their first perplexed faced quickly turned into utterly shocked ones, as Tommy, pushed past first John and then me. And before I could recover from the first shove, Arthur already brushed past me and John just close behind him as well. Polly and I just gave each other an indefinable look before scurrying after them.
When we exited the pub, I could see the young boy standing in the middle of the street, staring after the already running Shelby men.
The moment we arrived Polly went straight to where she must have hidden all the cash boxes, getting more frustrated the more empty ones she discovered.
While John and Tommy went around, trying to look for things the thieves left behind or trying to figure out what had happened in general, I stayed behind, inspecting Scudboats head.
When I left for the kitchen to get him a cold cloth, Arthur came back with a bottle of rum and poured one for the injured man.
"What the bloody hell happened here?"
It was Arthur who broke the silence, sounding incredibly frustrated.
"The Lee's. All of them. Cousins, nephews, even the bastards."
"I don't think you'll need stitching, but I'll clean the wound with some alcohol."
Even though I was met with protest, I just grabbed the glass of rum, he was about to drink, and dipped my cloth into it, starting to clean the wounds.
"Thanks, love."
I just nodded as a response, being way to caught up in thoughts.. Tommy will find the wire cutters and the Lee's did place the bomb somewhere.. But where..
"They've taken anything they could lay their hands on."
Was it here in the house? The house is a mess, it would be easy to hide.
