Demonic Boundries

Unsettling hours

Yawning, Echo walked to where her locker was located since it was the end of the day. While walking she remembered that she would need to go to Mr. Dyus’ room to clean his tables, which she found not that bad since cleaning for her was soothing. Echo let out another yawn while spinning her lock for the combination, and unlocking the lock she opened her locker only to stop for a moment to find a simple envelope. She looked around in wonder then simply opened the envelope to open the letter.

“Versailles Mansion . . .” Those were the only words on the paper, and continuing to look around to see if this was a joke she didn’t find anyone giggling while looking at her. So she shrugged and stuffed the letter into her bag then grabbed her Calculus book and closed her locker shut. Making sure her lock was locked she sniffed since it was getting closer to Fall. Not exactly the best of seasons but one of the prettiest.

Knocking on the door of Mr. Dyus’ room she walked in to find him erasing his chalkboard, and setting her bag down she caught his attention.

“So you finally decided to show?” He condescendingly spoke while setting the eraser down, “I would like you to clean all these tables.”

“Yes sir.” She sighed while rolling up her sleeve and blinked to see the bucket of water with a sponge sitting at one of the tables.

“The janitor brought that for you.” Mr. Dyus arrogantly waved his hand then collected his things only to sigh highly then leave the room. Echo waited for a moment and when she thought he was gone she stuck her tongue out at the door and continued to make faces at where he was, “I saw that.” She could hear him holler, and so she stood there rather baffled by the fact that he actually saw what she was doing from where ever he was. Shrugging it away she acrimoniously took out the raunchy sponge to not feel comfortable holding the thing, and with a sigh she plopped it down on one of the tables only to think if this is what they did to all the tables. The thought made her shiver and make a reminder to never rest her head on school tables again.

Wiping at all the tables was quite a challenge since most people write on the tables in pen, wiping away the pencil marks was easy, but ink decided it would be troublesome and cause trouble for Echo. With another swipe the ink finally complied and left the stage, and for that Echo sighed in relief to see all the tables were clean. Well, if she considered using a ratty old sponge to clean tables as clean then she could work with it. A yawn left her mouth once more as she looked out the window to see the array of colors spreading across the sky, how all the different colors corresponded with each other so well.

“I suppose.” Echo breathed while collecting her things and walked down the halls quietly, she passed some janitors and that is who all she saw. Nobody special, nobody she knew. It was that simple, but sometimes she wished she knew someone that would consider at least someone normal. Outside it was getting quiet chilly so she pulled her sweatshirt closer to her body to keep the warmth that she had, and walked down the sidewalk to leave the school grounds. Only while walking something had smacked into her face, she blinked irritated and took the object off her face to see a piece of paper that wrote ‘Versailles Mansion’.

“I wonder where this place is?” She muttered while crumpling the piece of paper and shoved it into her bag carelessly.

**

“ECHO!” Voices echoed in the home she had entered, and soon before she could even enter the living room she was tackled by a big male body, “Where were you?!”

“A-Andrew! You’re heavy!” She stuttered out for a breath only to be let go, and so she looked up to see her grinning older brother, “Where’s Alex?”