Chapter Three

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When Dina woke up the next morning she felt strange. The main reason for this was that she normally would have remembered the dreams that kept taunting her every single night at this point, but she just couldn't. She had absolutely no recollection of it but she knew that this wasn't normal.

However she had to get up and couldn't think about it any further at the moment because this was her first official working day and she didn't want to start too late already. So she got ready and then began searching for Mrs. Winchester to ask her what she had to do first.

She needed a while to find her though, still way too confused by the huge mansion. But she did find her eventually. Mrs. Winchester was acting very strange, Dina thought. It was like when she had to talk about herself at the dining table, the older woman just seemed to be thinking about something very heavily. But she told Dina what she had to do for the day and so Dina quickly went off to start cleaning.

Today she had to clean all the bedrooms of the residence and since Mrs. Winchester decided to have thirteen of them Dina had quite a lot to do. She started by dusting off the furniture and changing the sheets of all the beds and while she kept going she also couldn't help but look around every now and then. She noticed that Mrs. Winchester had a weird taste in architecture and that the house was even more confusing than it already seemed to be when Dina first arrived.

There were doors leading to nowhere, higher floors that couldn't be reached since there were no stairs but she also noticed that sometimes when there were in fact stairs they just didn't lead anywhere but ended in the wall.

And while she was cleaning and thinking about how much work the rest of the house would be if she was already feeling exhausted, she began humming subconsciously. And whenever she did that it was always the same song, the same song that she always hums to calm herself down and probably the only song that she didn't mind having in her head. "Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me, starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee"

But as soon as she had really started the broom that stood right next to the door suddenly fell over with a rather loud bang, startling Dina extremely. First she thought that this just happened and that it was nothing special but then she noticed that there was no window open and that there was nothing near that could have caused it falling over. In fact it already stood there for quite a while and it was stable so when she thought about it further she came to the conclusion that this wasn't something that would just happen.

She had read that the mansion was haunted by ghosts but she didn't want to say that this had something to do with it just now but she definitely decided to stay cautious about such occurrences.

And when Dina was cleaning the ninth room she heard the door open with a creak and immediately turned around to see who it was. She got scared for a moment, hoping that this wasn't like when the broom fell over and exhaled in relief as she saw that it was only Mrs. Winchester.

She wondered why the woman came to her. Did she maybe want to inspect her work? Or maybe she had something to criticize or she wanted to give Dina even more work for when she was done with the bedrooms.

Mrs. Winchester looked around for a moment but she didn't say anything about the cleaning. After a while she turned around towards Dina and just looked at her for a moment before she began talking.

"Ms. Miller" She started. "I need to talk to you about something. Please come to my office when you finished with this room."

Dina had no idea what she wanted to tell her so while finishing she thought about all the possible reasons why she had to talk to Mrs. Winchester. And to delay the conversation she began cleaning even more thoroughly than she did in all the other bedrooms. Eventually though she had to talk to the older woman so after a long while of unnecessary cleaning Dina started walking to her office.

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