SILENCE.

1876

The snow settled on the ground, a single sight of green was now white, the sky still the lighest shade of grey. The mass of trees in the grounds were now bare and naked stripped of its leaves. Every room in the manor, was lit by huge fireplaces allowing heat to escape and illuminate the room. Paintings surrounded with golden paterned frames hung from the walls below a celing of angels floating in peace. THe cold weather made the feel of the manor house more eerie, the hallway echoed every footstep, every sound sharper than a knife. The door creaked open hanging on its rusty hinges. Someone walked over to the little boy in his pristine, oak bed, when all of a sudden...'wake up jonathan, guess what, its snowing' Ms Wreath the made softly spoke. The boy that looked so heavenly as he slept eyes flickered in the announcement of the weather he enjoyed greatly to play in. He greated the maid with a smile. 'get your jumper and boots on and ill take you and elizabeth into the field' hes grin grew bigger. And with that Wreath left the room. As she walked down the hall she still couldnt shake off the presence of evil, her black gown embelished with a maids apron swished with every step she took. She reached another door, the room was more mature yet still girlier, a china doll stood at the top of the bed along with a teddy bear that only the rich kids would have.'good morning elizabeth' Ms Wreath the maid greeted. The young girl awoke from her deep slumber, so calm and peaceful, she didn't budge. 'Elizabeth!' the maid shouted more angrily now. Suddenly the little, harmless girl spun around possesing blacked out eyes, and sharp like teeth. The darkness in her eyes didnt even shine in the flames of the fire. Instead they glared into Ms Wreaths soul, before she could scream she was launched into the air as if she were a puppet, the girl lifted her right hand into the hair as she swung out of her bed and planted her feet onto the ground. In one swift action of her hand the maid was flung into the wall resulting in multiple smashed antique decorations. Ms Wreaths face was pale, frozen in fear, as she tried to cry for help the pain from the bashes against the wall prevented her from screaming for help. Her Gown flew with her through the air creating an angelic scene that was even more sinister. THe girl stood in the corner of her bedroom with the dim light from the flames cast upon her face. She muttered phrases so fast that were uncomprehenable, the only words that stood out were SATAN. She through the maid to the floor, she cried as tge floor broke her fall. Breathing heavily she tried to get to her feet but in that moment Elizabeth holding a knife began to skip to Ms Wreath lying lifelessly on the floor in the ornament debris. 'lalala' she sung as her pigtails swayed. She stood over Ms Wreath, ger eyes engulfed in fire widen, she lifted up the knife and stabbed her in the chest. Smiling. Blood pulped from the maids mouth, everytime she coughed more and more red blood soaked the apron. Elizabeth raised her left hand making the window open amd the coldness of the snow scorch her face then dropped the blood covered knife to the floor, creating a BANG! Her eyes rolled forward possesing her normal blue glassy eyes.The little girl ran to her bed. 'AAAHH.' she screamed slyly. She heard footsteps and sniggered. A man, middle aged dressed in a rich colours and textures ran into the room, the man looked clean and well presented, as he stepped into the room the girl ran over to him 'DADDY!' she cried innocently, he picked her up so caringly, she pointed to the floor wear Ms Wreath layed, covered in blood. 'A man he come in and killed Ms Wreath, he jumped out the window'