Unnatural Multiverse Book 5

The old Herrera mansion

For the next weekend, we stayed at home. The mist was constantly being different every single day. Sometimes it would be thick as pea soup. Other times, the mist would be nearly thin. It would all depend on the day though. We were going to be riding our bicycles on one of Dream Falls' streets on Saturday. This was a street that I haven't been down before. Unlike Action Avenue, where we're all friends and play together. This place looks like the complete opposite. The street was quiet, the cars were all parked in the driveways. The street looks pretty clear to me. This street could be found next to the edge of town. I was remembering some territory history as a way to distract me before I had to ride down this street.

This was some history I took about the indigenous peoples in the Southeast Territory. Some historians argued that they've lived here once. While others claimed that they might have moved on to other provinces. I don't know why that could be. I think it might be the mist. I don't know how could anybody would want to live here without having mist constantly nearby. I guess some people figure that living here might be a good idea. The mist covered the roofs of nearby houses. I was waiting on the side of the road while my parents explained the street to us. "This road has a famous house here." Mom announced. "A house?" Houston queried. "What kind of house?" Ruth questioned next. "It's a big house. I believe it's a mansion. The Herrera mansion. The house has been here forever. The mansion has been repaired countless times just so that the owners could have it adapt to the times." Dad disclosed. "Just remember to look out for that house. I think there is a sign that tells people about the name of the house. It's not a haunted house. Don't worry." Mom assured us. Our bikes were placed on the street. We got ourselves to sit on the seats. "Just remember to not go in the house, or on the property that house is on. We don't want to get the owner angry." Dad warned us. "That house, you know who lives in it?" I asked. "No. We don't know too much about the house. And we don't want any trouble with the owner. Just remember to ride your bikes up to the end of this street. Don't forget to have fun." Mom maintained. "We'll try." I answered. "You'll do more then try. You have to avoid going to the Herrera mansion." Dad insisted. I led the way as we gently rode our bikes. We stopped at a nearby intersection. There were no vehicles coming from either directions. It seemed that both ends of the street had some cul-de-sacs for dead ends. I quickly looked at the street signs. The street I was riding with my family was Herrera street. I guess it might have been named after the big mansion. I was hoping that we wouldn't have to be inside that house. Then again, our parents told us to not go into the house. We crossed the street. "Stay close." I expressed. "What's wrong Fred?" Houston pumped. "Just stay close. We don't want anybody missing." I explained. I raised my voice a bit while I was speaking.

"You think that we're being watched?" Ruth asked. "It's just for safety." I answered with a casual tone of voice. "Whatever you say Fred." Houston voiced. We crossed over the intersection. We continued with our bikes down the street. The mist had covered some of the properties on the left side of the road. The curb was the only thing visible. We continued until we could see that the road up ahead had a giant clump of mist. It was impossible to go past it. "We have gone far enough. We can go back now." I informed my siblings. We turned around and went back to the car our parents were parked in. I was wondering what kind of stuff they were doing in the car while they were waiting for us. Then all of the houses on Herrera street were all covered in thick mist. The road ahead was visible enough for us to drive on. I was worried that the mist would soon surround us in a prison made from mist. Just then, the mist lifted on one side of the road. There was a five floor building that could be found on the right side of the road as we were driving back to our parent's car. There was a sidewalk like walkway that went all the way to the house's front entranceway. The mist started to push across the street. "What is it with this mist? It's like that it wants us to go inside the house." Ruth complained. "Don't worry Ruth. We can't do that. It's not our house. The people that live inside are probably aware of the mist just as well as everybody else." I assured my sister. "That house looks good to me. Maybe we should explore it." Houston exclaimed. "Really? You've got to be joking me." Ruth commented. "If the house door opened by itself. Then we can tell the owner that the mist was forcing us to come into the house." Houston described. I wasn't convinced by my little brother. It already sounds like he wanted to go on an adventure. The mist forced us to back up to the house walkway. We were halfway across the lawn. "Hello?! Anybody home?!" Houston hollered. I don't know if somebody wanted us to come right in. The mist kept pushing us back towards the house. We were close to a set of stairs that went up to the porch. There was a small section of roof that covered the porch. I stopped as far as the foot of the stairs. "What is it with this mist? Can't it just be less of a problem?" I mentioned. "I hope we can get inside that house. I like to see what's inside." Houston revealed.