Just as expected in northern England, the weather was erratic and today it was an amalgam between rain and snow. It has been years since I've seen such a despicable climate and it almost seemed like mother Nature tried to warn me about the flee. Well, I was also attempting to tell her it was too late for that since I was hand in hand with my Lady and we were about to finally get out of the isolated annex her room was in. Hiding behind a wall, we let three or four young servants pass and then decided to seek for a chance to make our way into the principal building. I was tremendously fatigued from the tree hours we took to come here but it was impossible to stop now, I was playing in the palm of her hand.
It was four o'clock in the morning and the only obstacle left was the main corridor. It was really a vaulted place where no windows could bring light and darkness was the dominiring epresencen in addition to that the building made in stones only tapisseries were keeping the place from refrigerating all its population.
We were composing ourself : natural was the key. Succeeding a deep breath we began to move one leg atfer another, one arm oscillating after the other. Escape was only Twenty steps away when all of a sudden we bumped into a frozen figure as rigid as the mansion itself and the cold draught he breathed cooled the entire space. We immediately fell back and Her face lost her composure, her mouth wide open started to squeal and would have broken windows if there were none. Her eyes snapped out of their sockets and all her face was torn in horror. After She calmed herself the butler only let a death stare and left without speaking a single word however he let a small envelop relinquish from his sleeve.
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Her and me
Horrorhey so this is a project I have to give back for school and I have basically 6 days to write a short gothic story so I decided to share it here. Excuse me in advance for the mistakes I make since English is not my first language. summery: For such...
