There's a famous uninhabited mansion in Lark Creek, Virginia where an accident occurred seven years ago. Mysteries surround it, and people say that you'll hear strange noises coming from the inside of the mansion. No one in Lark Creek has the courag...
"You're the burning in my heart that never dies, never dies Without you here my world is black and white, black and white Like a show without a stage Like a storm without the rain You are the one I can't replace Need you by my side Need you by my side." —Amazing Life by Britt Nicole
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I closed my eyes tightly. A part from the song "Advice" by Christina Grimmie suddenly popped into my mind.
But when you think you're stuck, Just go another way...
Now where the heck was that other way? I badly needed that right now.
I heard the flushing of a toilet, and then the stall opened. Now I saw the other way and could hear a choir singing the chorus of "Hallelujah" somewhere in the background.
Thank you, Lord!
"Excuse me," I muttered as I quickly passed the lady and locked the stall.
I heard her say, "Urinary bladder's full, no doubt."
I put a hand on the wall to steady myself, taking deep breaths. I didn't know I'd been holding my breath for too long. That's when I noticed my palms were sweaty again, even though I'd just washed my hands.
Now they'd entered the restroom as I heard the rushing water from the sink and Leslie's giggling.
"Oh. Toilet's occupied," Groban said, and then the door of the restroom closed a moment later.
I opened the stall slightly to make sure I was the only person in here.
Yep, everything was clear.
Sighing in relief, I wash my hands again. That'd been so close! I did the same thing to the restroom's door. Wow, I felt like I was James Bond.
I walked rapidly to my booth and sighed in relief for the millionth time this day. Moments later, Fred delivered my order. He raised his eyebrows, silently asking me if I was all right. I gave a weak thumbs-up in response.
I began eating my pasta. Pizzalicious really had the best pasta and pizza here in Lark Creek, Virginia.
Fred also gave Leslie and Groban their orders, and I chuckled to myself as he made funny faces at the blond-haired guy's back while walking away.
"So," Groban started, "you and Aarons always eat here?"
"Not all the time," Leslie corrected. "Just most of the time. They have great pizza and pasta here."
"I agree. You're also neighbors, right? When did you first meet?"
Now, what was this? Groban was asking personal questions to Leslie—and it was about me! I took a drink from my iced tea as I did my best to listen to their conversation.
