His to haunt or his to protect.

Part 3

"Hey, don't you guys think Ms. Ruth is a bit odd?" Chloe inquired.

"I don't really know why, but I feel the same," I concurred.

"This is the first time I'm agreeing with Chloe. Ms. Ruth really made a big deal out of us staying here," James also agreed, making Chloe glare at him for his remark on her.

We were reflecting on the earlier conversation with that very unfamiliar lady. Despite our assurances that we knew how to handle wild animals, she was quite insistent on her viewpoint. She continued to urge us to stay elsewhere, emphasizing that we were risking our lives by choosing to remain here.

"We should get inside," Kyle said as he opened the mansion's door.

To our astonishment, upon entering the mansion, we were greeted by its pristine and stunning beauty. The interior boasted a flawless blend of white, gold, and black. Dominating the living room was an immense chandelier, so large that it seemed capable of ensnaring 15 or more people should it ever fell. The living room itself could rival a ballroom in size, with the capacity to host at least 100 guests. The pillars, adorned in beige, added to the grandeur. It appeared there were no fewer than 30 rooms throughout the mansion. Stepping into the living room felt like entering a fairytale. The space was brought to life with exquisite paintings and sculptures. On either side of the hall, perfectly designed stairs ascended to a welcoming foyer.

"OH. MY. GAWD!!!!!! How is this place not a fucking historical monument?" Obviously, Chloe exclaimed. 

"This is unbelievable. Isn't this mansion supposed to be 'abandoned' and sickly old and unclean?" I asked completely awestruck. 

"Well, guys I must say that Mr. Whitlock is very generous man to rent such a big mansion, just for the 4 of us." James said. 

"James he's our boss, he is not supposed to be generous. And by the way, weren't you the one who was calling him 'Mr. Whipcock the dick face.' just yesterday." Chloe deadpanned.

"Yes, he was totally stoned that day." I said as I remembered how he was singing some native Hebrew song and dancing while wearing a skirt of tree branches and a fake spear in his hand.

While we were talking, I noticed how Kyle was studying the pillars in the living room.

"What are you thinking?" I asked as I approached him, expecting for him to reply to me with a sarcastic comment. But to my surprise he genuinely replied to me this time.

"You see these pillars, there's somethin' written on them all over, a paragraph in Latin. The same paragraph is repeated again and again.

Váde sátana, invéntor et magíster ómnis falláciae, hóstis humánae salútis. Da lócum Chrísto, in quo níhil invenísti de opéribus tuis; da lócum Ecclésia Uni, Sanctae, Cathólicae, et Apostólicae, quam Chrístus ípse acquisívit sánguine suo. Humiliáre sub poténti mánu Dei; contremísce et éffuge, invocáto a nóbis sáncto et terríbili nominé Jésu, quem ínferi trémunt, cui Virtútes caelórum et Potestátes et Dominatiónes subjéctae sunt, quem Chérubim et Séraphim indeféssis vócibus láudant, dicéntes: Sánctus, Sanctus, Sanctus, Dóminus.

 "Maybe the owner of this house is Roman, and these are some great quotes in Latin." I suggested uncertain.

"Yeah...maybe." He spoke sounding uncertain too.

"Hey! Chloe! James! do either of you understand Latin?" I asked those dorks while they were having some kind of wrestling match and were cursing each other by saying how the other one is going to die all alone like Mr. Heckles from F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

"What!!?? No!" They both exclaimed together as they walked towards us. 

We both showed them both how the pillars were full of Latin phrases. And after a lot of discussion which actually seemed like a fucking debate, we could only translate two words and that were 'Satan' and 'Holy'.