Cindy's Pov
The walls are painted a light blue (blue and white seem to be the theme in this town). We entered the house and felt like we had walked into a storybook. There is a red carpet as we walk in, a fire in the fireplace with actual wood, an old brown bookshelf filled with old, different-colored books with few of the titles I recognize, and a brown old spiral staircase leading up the stairs.
I can smell the cookies baking in the oven, and sweets on the beautiful white coffee table in a glass bowl. But I keep getting the nagging feeling I'm sure Gretel felt when they were in the gingerbread house. But I can't tell my brother about it. I can't let it crush him. I still remember Christmas when we were five and we found many presents under the tree, all wrapped in red and green wrapping paper.
'' Santa brought them! Santa brought them! Arnold shrieked all over our living room. Mum was concerned for her fancy glasses and the crystal on the table. So my father stopped him, placed him on his lap, and told him harshly, There is no Santa Claus; grow up!'' I was already used to my father's harsh truths, but my brother was crushed. And now I feel I should keep the oddities of the town of Caster to myself.
How many places in the world are this close to a mountain and a sea? There are many windows in the living room, and I can't even see the kitchen. There is just a wall where I see my stepmother come back with cookies. There are paintings on that wall of a dog, a cat, and a chicken, all of which seem to look inside your soul; it is a little unsettling.
The walls are painted a light blue (it seems like blue in this town is a theme; is it to match the sea?) The couches are snow white, my puppy (Marmalade) seems to disappear as she lays on the couch, and the curtains are a mixture of blue and white. My stepmother is looking at me.
She smiles at me with her dazzling white teeth, asking, ''Do you want a cookie?'' It feels like she's staring into my soul. But I declined and replied, I'd like to see my room. I'd prefer to go to my room. ''Of course,'' she says, pointing to the spiraling stairs after you. '' As I walk up these creaky old stairs, I feel her brown eyes staring at me at the back of my skull; apart from this, I feel like someone is watching me in this house. Something or someone is watching me. (Is it to match the sea?)
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ORPHAN TOWN
Mystery / ThrillerWhen you lose your parents at a young age and have no living family and go through the system all seems lost. But when you're taken to a lovely town, with loving guardians, and has everything you ever wanted you think you won the lottery. But when t...
