The Beautiful Monsters

The House

Yeah. She said that. Visiting professors. Long story short, that is why I am now moving all of my stuff into an old sorority house on the far side of campus. Thank Pete I have my own car. The sorority house is non-functional and empty. Looking back, I should have wondered more why the professors couldn't just stay here instead of moving me. The rest of the people in the dorms, Perry, Laf, Danny, were moved to other dorms. Random selection had me in the large, victorian style home alone. When I walked in, the first thing I noticed was how clean everything was. No dust, no bugs, no cobwebs. It struck me as odd, seeing how there had been no one in the house for the last twenty two years.

I better start unpacking. I get my stuff from my car and bring it all in. It takes a while, but I don't have that much. I go upstairs and find the master bedroom. It has a large mahogany bed, with thick bed posts and black curtains surrounding it. It too, is spotless. It looks like Perry was in here. In fact, Perry would be jealous at these cleaning skills. It was impeccable. After I had set my computer, webcam, clothes, books, and dishes in the places I wanted them, I was tired. I sat down in front of the TV, and turned on Agent Carter. As I got to my favorite Cartinelli moment, in the diner, I dozed off to sleep.

It's different this time. I am not in the backyard. I am in the library. The dark wooden bookshelves, and the thick, ancient books seem to all hold a secret. One that will change everything I know. I go to a podium containing one book. It is closed, it's words holding the fate of gods in them. As I approach it, I see her. A figure in the back yard. Under an oak tree. She is tall, with dark skin, brown eyes, and long hair. She is wearing a white dress with black trim. She is not the one in the box. Someone she cares for is in the box. She signals to me. "Come here, and free her." She beckons, and then disappears. I turn around, and you see that the book on the podium is open now.I look at it. Clearly, on the first page, are the words "Prophetia Karnstein". Before I have time to wonder what it means, the page flips. An invisible hand writes "My name is Mircalla Karnstein. I am fourteen years old." After I read that, the pages started flipping quickly. The book slams shut with a loud bang, and the library door opens. I go out and down the stairs. I find a shovel by the door and grab it. I run to the back yard, under the oak tree. I start to dig. After what seems like forever, I find it. The box. It's there! And she's in it. Waiting.