Haunted

Chapter 1

I PUNCH MY iPhone as it stuffs up my music preference ... Again!
"Grrrr" I growl in frustration at my phone. "why do I even bother"? I ask my iPhone suddenly realising how delusional talking to a phone without Siri is.
"Darling, do you want to come on a walk to the garden with Jane and I"? My dads posh voice chimes from down the stairs.
"You know what my answer is dad" I call back in my cockney voice.
"Fine, it's either walking or making your bed" he threatens which isn't much of a threat as I'm a neat freak who loves making beds. And to add to the pile I'm a violinist, it doesn't sound odd but I write my own music and Bach is my idol. Yep, I'm not your normal 16 year old.
"I'll make my bed" I say trying to imitate his posh voice but failing miserably.
"Nice accent, I'll be back soon. Bye" he laughs.
"Bye" is say, rolling my eyes.
I go to the box with my linen in and make my bed in 1 minute flat. I exhale a sigh of relief and carefully lay on my bed, careful not to ruin any folds.
'Golly, OCD is really peeving' I think. I soon slip into a deep sleep.
I wake to Vivaldi's Spring coming from my iPhone.
"Huh"? I say to no one. I slap my bedside table feeling around for my phone.
"Golly gosh, you finally decide to work!" I say and, once again, realising how delusional I must look. I pause my music.
Hunger hits my like a young of bricks. It hits so hard I actually feel a bit sick.
I stroll down the steps and face the walk-in-refrigerator. I brave myself for the trek to the berries (I feel a bit annoyed that they are at the back). my sleeves at pulled down past my hands and my jumper hood is on.
"Hello a miss, would you like me to get your food for you" a deep cockney voice heavier than mine says.
"Who the fu-fibittyjibits are you?" I say brandishing the closest thing to me which happens to be a leak. I suddenly feel embarrassed at my improvised swear word which now sounds childish and silly.
"I'm so sorry miss to frighten you" he says, "I'm Mr Buttler by the way." he concludes with a smile that almost freezes the leak in my hand.
"Ummm... Yeah. Wait, we have a Buttler!? That's just spiffin'. Can you please get me some raspberries?" I ask hopefully.
" yes miss. Oh, and please put the leak down" he says cautiously.
"sorry" I apologise showing a small smile.
He steps into the walk-in-refrigerator and quickly retrieves the berries. He then walks to a cupboard and picks up a small bowl and fork.
"Thank you so much" I say as he places the things on the table. I eat the berries slowly. I play with them with my fork at first then eat them.
When I'm done I put my bowl and fork in the dishwasher and my berries back in the fridge. I go up the red velvet steps and then to my mahogany door which I opened quietly. I remember with a bolt that I was supposed to ring my boyfriend, Jack. I quickly dial his number and wait for a bit.
"Oh, hey honey. it's Ivy, the castle is cool, the Buttler is creepy and I am bored. Please give me a call back soon. bye, love ya" I say to the answering machine. I look down the stairs to see my dad and the walking cliché slip into their room. I then look at my watch and see that it's only 4:45pm so if I'm quick I can get a nice walk in.
I slip down the stairs and out the front door. I stare at my feet as I walk along the path leading to the garden.
"Wowsers" I exclaim as I look at the garden. It's beautiful.
Petunias, daises, roses, banksias. every flower imaginable was there.
I stared at the hedges try to see what was at the base of them.
"Herbs" I say in a sigh of wonderment. Thyme, chives, parsley, and a truck load more herbs where lining the hedges.
Was that... a chook! I turn around to see a two story chicken pen with at least 40 laying boxes. I walk slowly towards the pen and then a flash of metal flys past my face a slashes into my head.
I let a bloodcurdling scream escape me before falling into the gravel. I lay there for a bit of time. Seconds, minutes maybe even hours. All I remember is thinking over and over again 'this is my last moment' before a small breath escapes me. Blood comes from my mouth. And my eyes slip shut into a sleep called death.