The Ghosts Of The Far Away Past

The library

As I slowly regained my consciousness, I blinked away the blurry fog. A black pillar towered in my vision, making me blink harder. Last time I checked, I was in the main hall. there where no pillars in the main hall.

As my vision cleared, it became quite clear that it was not a pillar. But a man. His hair was in a jaw length, wearing a all black suit and had the most brilliant green/ blue eyes I had ever seen. His sharp facial features made me wonder if I could cut myself on them.

His lips widened into a smile as he realized I was awake.

"Don't get up just yet" He spoke, holding a soft tone to his masculine voice. His accent was not northern, which made me think that he had been isolated from other people or he had been to boarding school since he had learned to read.

"Who are you?" I croaked, trying to push my limp, numb body to a sitting position.

"I am Sir Thomas Sharpe" He smiled, taking a seat by my side. "And this is my lovely sister, Dame* Lucille Sharpe"

"I am delighted to meet you" Lucille spoke. Her hair was dark brown, tied up in a big knot at the back of her head. Her dress held a deep green color, almost into a green/ blue shade. At the arms and around the neck, details prided the linings. I could not decide weather it was supposed to be leaves or moth wings. Either way, I found her creepy.

Thomas on the other hand, was charming - I hate charming people. His gentle composure was settling, but yet alarming. How the literal fuck had they ended up here? Last I remember, I was in the Main Hall, spooked out by something. I remember I tripped over, hitting my head on the stair case railing. How could they possibly be here?

"We'll leave you to get dressed" Lucille stated, dragging her brother by the arm.

Once the door closed, I took a look around.

To my right a fireplace was light with fire. In front of it, a two seated couch was placed with care, a small coffee table in what seemed to be oak stood with a tray. The tray had china in beautiful painted colors, and it smelled heavenly, but still bitter.

To my left a door stood wide open, revealing a bathtub. And just beside the door, a chair and a table was standing, plain and naked. Exposed.

I could already feel the goosebumps wander up my spine, holding that little gut feeling. That small instinct that tells you to run. To run, never look back and just pray you'll survive. That feeling was crawling it's way through out every single fiber of my existence.

Crawling out of bed, I took a look down my self.

Okay, who did dress me up in this ridiculous night gown? I am merely asking, because if I find out who, I will twist their neck. Maybe not, but still.

Standing up, I looked to the end of the bed. A dress was neatly placed on the bed, showing off what they expected me to wear. Well hell, I never wear dresses. And this is not going to be a time where I will. No sir, I refuse!

"Miss?" Thomas shouted from the other side of the door, knocking gently. I hurried over, ripping the door open. Thomas looked at me in a shocked manner, before he took a gently hold of my shoulder, spinning me to face the opposite way. "Get dressed" He chuckled.

"Okay, just so I make my self clear..." I said, stomping over to the dress. "... I absolutely refuses to wear this" I said, empathizing the word 'refuse', clearing my point from the start.

"What do you expect?" Thomas asked, folding his arms over his chest. "That I lend you a set of my clothes?"

"Yes, if you must" I said, twitching my head to lean to my left.