I was a frightened but I don't think I should bring it up with
Mr. Renalds, as I am not so sure about him.
I got dressed and went down the rickety old staircase jumping over the missing stairs. When I got down I could see Mr. Renalds sitting at the dusty kitchen table eating something I had never seen before.
"What is that?" I ask Mr. Renalds
"It's ... ," Whatever he had said must have been in a different language because I didn't understand.
This didn't look to appetizing but I tried it and it wasn't the worst maybe considering the fact that a was starving.
Mr. Renalds disappeared after breakfast. I had put on the watch under my long sleeves, it was still going a hundred miles an hour.
This house gave me the creeps, I want to know it in the other rooms!
I went back upstairs and I noticed that all the walls where covered in family portraits. The one that caught my eye the most was one with this little baby in it wrapped up in a blanket in her mothers arms. I don't know why this one attacked me but it did.
I also noticed that all the doors where made out of different wood.
I went to the first one , locked. Second one Locked and so on.
I went to the last door in hope but as all the others locked.
I went back to examine the portrait that had caught my eye, the ticking it slowed down I pulled up my sleeve and the watch was going a normal speed.
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A Trail Away
FantasyJessy is a fifteen year old orphan- without much of a chance at a new home, right? No. A man that is certainly mysterious picks her up from the orphanage to take her to his home- and Jessy is thrilled to be finally taken to a sweet home. Although...
