The Long Forgotten Soul

Chapter 3 Visitors

Chapter 3

Visitors

The faint tapping of the front door being opened caught my attention. This house had not been touched for years, to the point that everything has practically glued its self to its surface. I wondered over to the tarriest that over looked the Atrium. My heart stopped. Well if I had a heart it would have stopped. To my surprise, a group of about 30, stood in front of the painting of me painted on my 14Th birthday, it was the best I had ever looked in my short life span of 15 years. A man in black was telling my tragic story of how badly treated I was, and everybody seemed to feel sorry for me. I couldn't help but think that it was a forced Sympathy just to look good. " Shes Beautiful " caught my attention. It had come from a girl with the whitest hair I have ever seen. Her skin made her hair look as if it was glowing. Next to her was a boy with thick black hair, who seemed to be transfixed to my painting.

After the painting we ventured on to the ballroom, just like the Atrium, its walls were coated in dust.  " Sir... could you tell me why everything is so poorly looked after? " everybody turned to look at me, as if I had just asked to most obvious question I could possibly think of. " Well young sir, to put it quite frankly, every single cleaner we have asked to clean this house were... well, to scared to do it." every ones attention turned to the second painting of Baroness VanBisson. They're guess was as good as mine, could it be Baroness VanBisson, the equally despised wife, of a hatred blinded man, the wife who committed suicide after discovering her beloved Sandra's body hanging by the neck in their family living room. It had hit the Baroness hard, she had allowed her youngest daughter to be abused by her siblings and assaulted by her husband.

The last room we entered was the study. This room for some reason seemed to be untouched by dust or cob webs. This striked  me as odd as the tour guide had said the cleaners were to scared to clean the house. I was about to ask the question, but something told me not to. As my Gran always says " What you don't know can't hurt you ". I decided it would be wise to follow that advise.   " OK feel free to have a wonder round the house, you should have a vague idea of where each room should be and we will all group up at 4pm. You must at least have one other person with you.". This was music to my ears I had been longing to get a closer look at the tapestries in the Gallery.