The Mysterious Motel ✔️

Chapter 24

 Nina went back outside at 5:00 sharp before supper begins at 6:00. She started searching to see if she could find anything about about Jenny. She wished she knew her last name because through Google you can not search for someone by their first name because it can be many people with that name. Nina stopped searching and started thinking about what Stacy had said about talking to the local residents who stay in the area. "But what if Carson find out?" She thought. Nina is going to have to take that risk if she wants to find out about Jenny and it may could lead her into finding out where Emily could be. "Maybe." She checked her phone for the time, and it is 5:20. She had until 6:00 to walk around the perimeter of the mansion. She checked out the mansion across from Cecelia's mansion. It was as humongous as that one but the only difference is the intricate architecture it has. This mansion was made like a castle. It had castle like horns at the top. It was a four story mansion carved wood, stained glass, chiseled stone, mosaic tiles, and wrought iron. The Castle and the carriage house it have were built of Kansas silver-dale limestone. The castle mansion stairs was not extensive like the Cecelia's stairs are. It had 7 staircases and she sauntered up and rang the doorbell. The door had two wooden double doors combined and it slowly opened in a creepy way.The door was open wide and she saw no one in front of it and that frightened her. Inside it was deem but it looked very marvelous. While Nina was gazing inside, a woman came out of nowhere from the right side inside the mansion. She was an elder lady with silver gray hair wrapped in a bun. It was very neat how she had it. Most older women's hair Nina had seen always looked frizzy and sloppy, but this old lady's hair was neatly slicked back and Nina liked the way the lady had done it. The lady looked as if she is in her early 60's. She was built low to the ground, and her skin was the color of French vanilla coffee cream. She had wary black eyes. Her white kitchen apron was spotless, edged with white lace.   

                 "Hello. May I help you?" The old lady asked.

                 "Hi. My name is Nina Sanders and I'm looking for a woman named Jenny. I don't know her last name but..." Getting cut off.

                 "The only person who went by the name Jenny I knew was Jenny Morrison," she said.

                 "Jenny Morrison? How old is she?" NIna asked.

                 "You mean was she? Jenny died a long time ago in 1969. She was 17 at the time. She would have been around my age if she was still here," she apprised.

                   "Woow," Nina said, shocked.

                   "How did you know about her?" She asked.

                   "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Nina trembled.

                   "I never seen you around here before, young lady," she said.

                   "Carson the TV producer brought me and other high school seniors here to make money. We are renting the Cecelia Horthaway Mansion over there," Nina pointed, and the lady took a narrow step from the door to look over at the house, and step back to her door.            

                   "God you all staying in the Cecelia mansion huh?" She asked, not looking surprised.

                   "Yes we are," Nina said.

                   "That's where Jenny Morrison used to stay," she pointed directly at Cecelia's mansion.

                    "OMG... That must of been the girl we saw..." Nina covered her mouth and realized what she had blurted out.

                   "Seen her?" She asked.

                    "You wouldn't believe me ma'am," Nina said, uncertainly.

                    "You saw Jenny Morrison?" The lady asked, curiously.

                   "From what you told me about her being dead, now I don't know what I have seen. All I know is that it was a girl who came to me and warned me and my friends to get out of that house before it's too late. She said her name was Jenny. She looked like she was around me and my friend's ages..."

                   "Oh that's Jenny alright," the lady admitted.

                   "Did she die there?" Nina asked her.

                    "From what I heard back then, Jenny Morrison died in a car crash along with her parents," she informed. 

                    "Oh my God, that's terrible," Nina said, caringly.

                    "Sad it is," she said.

                   "Do you believe in the paranormal ma'am?" Nina asked.

                   "Dear, many folks had said that place was haunted many years ago before Jenny and her family lived there. So if Jenny told you to get out, then get out now," the lady also warned.

                    "Well... We can't just leave. We are under strict rules in order for us to get paid," Nina said.

                    "Dear, your life is more important than some trashy TV show," the old lady said. Nina went speechless. "How old are you dear?" she asked.

                    "18 ma'am," Nina said.

                    "You should be in college by now dear. Getting all the education and career planning you need. You have plenty of time  to work after graduation. Look at me, I'm an old koon. I never got the chance to find the best career choice for me. I did go to college, but I just didn't succeed in a career I wanted to go into. You are still young dear. Go to college, and get your degree," she apprised.

                      "How could you afford this beautiful mansion then?" Nina asked.

                       "I'm a widow. My husband was an architect. He willed me this house while we were married," she informed.

                       "Oh I see," Nina said.

                       "Is that all you need because I have to get back to straightening  up?" She asked.

                       "No ma'am, I have all the information I need today," Nina said.

                       "Good for you. Take care," the old lady said, sauntering away while  the door closed on its own. Nina was very satisfied on the information she received today. Now she knows Jenny was an entity they have seen.