Secret Stalker

CHAPTER :19:

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♤Chapter 19♤

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The Passage of the Perished...

For a fraction of a second, Eleonora stood, stunned. The phrase that had just exited Lyndon's mouth seemed like something from a horror paranormal book. Yet, here was Lyndon telling her that it was an actual hallway in the place known as the Halle Holdings.

Eleonora craned her neck inside the hallway, attempting to snatch a glimpse of it. While the rest of the house seemed to be experienced with age, this hallway was even more so. It wasn't its condition that gave that hint off though. There was a feeling lingering within it, sticking to the halls and floating in the air, giving it a feeling of sacredness.

The name didn't do anything to ease that feeling, not even slightly.

Curiosity flashed through Eleonora. Something about this hallway was different, there was obvious history buried deep within. She turned towards Lyndon to discover that him looking like a dreaded something immensely.

There was a sour look on Mademoiselle Stuart's face as she looked from her boss, to Eleonora, to the hallway in discussion.

Eleonora smirked as she realized that the Passage of the Perished was not something Lyndon had been planning on showing her. When dealing with him that usually meant that it held personal details and Eleonora found herself delighted at the prospect of learning more about Lyndon.

Lyndon seemed to sense that Eleonora had caught on because he released a sigh and threw a look at Mademoiselle Stuart.

She raised her hands in a motion of surrender. "Again, I tried to warn you Monsieur. You usually tend these things yourself."

Her words did nothing to lower the intensity of his glare, if it didn't make it worse. "Kindly cease speaking Germaine."

More that Lyndon's words, it was Mademoiselle Stuart's actions that surprised Eleonora. The serious woman just chuckled and waited for her boss to deliver the next order.

Lyndon turned to Eleonora with a resigned look. "And I suppose you would like a look inside?"

Smiling innocently, Eleonora nodded. Swallowing slowly, Lyndon stepped into the space ahead first, followed by Eleonora. Mademoiselle Stuart brought on the rear silently.

Eleonora turned her neck left and right as she made her way down the hallway. The multiple pictures lined up on the wall shared a couple of things in common.

For starters, all of the frames cradling pictures of males were made of gold. The ones with the opposite sex were coated with a silvery color. The former were also a bit larger, tied to their silver counterparts with a golden chain. At the top of each of the frames was the familiar H in a coil.

Each of the photos also had the date of birth and death on the bottom along with the initials of, what Eleonora assumed to be, the person in the photograph. Every male initial ended with an H while the initials of the females had their maiden initials with a slightly smaller H. Along with the initials of the person in the photo was the initials of their parents.

Eleonora felt slightly overwhelmed as she looked at the rows of pictures stretching down to the door in the other side. There must have been generations of Halle people in this hallway. It made her feel like she had no ancestors at all, in comparison to the generation shown before her.