Mediator

Chapter 4.

Chapter 4.

"It's just started love."

And just like that, he was gone. Disappeared into thin air. I stood in the same bewildered expression for a couple of moments till I could come back to reality. I blinked a few times before looking around.

How did that happen?

I keep coming back to the same conclusion. But that's not possible. It can't be.

Or can it?

Without wasting another second, I call a taxi and head towards home. The driver was a little reluctant, but went there anyways. We soon reached and before I could even get out, the driver zoomed away. I shake my head at the weirdness of this town. One horror story and they get so spooked?

I open the front door and walked inside, warming myself.

"Honey, is it you?"

"No mum. It's a bulgar who just happens to have keys to the front door."

I heard my mum chuckling.

I quickly went to my room and took off my toms. I removed the coat and scarf and lazily threw them across bed.

I made my way up to the top floor. I pull down the string and the ladder creaks and comes down. I climb up and find it way too dark. I take out my phone and switch on the flashlight. I move it around and find it a pretty big attic. After all, it's a huge house.

I climb all the way and carefully leave the ladder open. I look around and see cobwebs hanging from everything. Mum must have not cleaned this part of the house. I find a couple of boxes and sit down next to it, shining the phone on me. I blow on the dust causing a huge cloud of dust. I cough and use my fingers to pry open the box. I look inside and find empty liquor bottles.

Guess the previous owner had a drinking problem. I move the box and find another one. That one seemed to have clothes. Like from some ancient century. The dresses had frills and stuff. I keep them back. I sigh and look around.

Something catches my eyes, and I get up, grabbing the phone. I look and see it's an old chest. I move my fingers over it. It seemed to have a lock but it was very rusted. With a mischievous smile, I remove a pin from my hair. A trick I learnt when I was 7. Comes pretty handy when you are trying to open the locked cookie jar.

I put it in and keep prying it until I hear a click. The lock comes undone and I remove it. I open it and see it's full. Curiously, I look around. Without proper light I couldn't make out much, but I still tried to figure out. I found a couple of withered flowers, and crumbled paper, yellow with age.

I open it carefully and try to read what it says.

To Katherine, my love.

Fairest of Maidens, pride of every eye.

Angelic Dame whose Fame shall never die.

Nature has framed Thee with utmost care.

Not believing herself, so beautiful and fair.

Drunkard and romantic. How nice. I notice this had a drop of faded blood on it. I shiver and shake it off. But which chick is Katherine? My questions are answered with a picture lying at the bottom of the chest.

The lady was flawless. Her cheekbones were prominent and high. Her lips were pink and plumb. Her eyes were grey like mine. But had a hint of bright blue in them. Long lashes covered her beautiful eyes. And her hair was blonde that fell around her shoulders in a light tumble.

I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. I have seen this lady before. Not the same picture. But I have seen her. Keeping the picture with me, I continue scavenging. I find a book and remove it. It was tied and fragile. I open it and flip through it.

The same curly handwriting that wrote the sappy love poem is writing here too. Interesting way to past the time. I keep that aside too, to read sometime. I feel my job is somewhat done although I didn't find what I was looking for.

I was getting up when suddenly my phone shuts off. I glance and see the low battery sign. Groaning, I grab my stuff in the darkness, and make my way towards the light that is coming from below.

I heard footsteps behind me, and I turn around. A loud bang comes to my attention and I realise, the attic door has shut. I start panicking and start banging on the door.

"SOMEBODY OPEN! MUM I'M HERE! HELP!"

I scream and bang my fists until they are numb. I don't hear any response. I feel claustrophobic and I start panting. I'm in pitch darkness and I can't see anything. I rub my eyes and try to adjust to the darkness but I just can't. I shake my phone and the annoying out of battery symbol pops up. Shouting in frustration I throw my phone down.

I hear footsteps again and I keep my hands into fists to protect me from whoever is there. I go forward and shout,"Who's there? Show yourself."

I hear chuckling and the hair on the back of my neck stands.

The same chuckling. It can't be.

I feel someone whispering in my ear.

"Hello again."

I let out a bloodcurdling scream and fall down. I turn my head around and see those same piercing green eyes. My eyes widen, as I can't believe myself. How did he get in here?

"Curly?"

I bit my tongue and mentally slap myself for letting that slip out. He starts laughing again. Curse him for having such a twinkly laughter.

"Curly? So that's what you call me?"

I could see a little bit of his face, my eyes finally getting adjusted to the darkness. His eyes were glinting with amusement and he was smiling. The butterflies in my stomach started again as I tried to ignore how attractive he looked.

"Maybe."

He came and say down next to me, although I noticed no sound came. Strange.

"And I thought I told you to stop following me?"

He smirks and says,"How can I, when this is my house."

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