Chapter 9

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I turned back but there was no one.
"Arthur are you here?", I spoke.
There was no response.
I could hear the sound of rattling coming from the book shelves.

Within a second or two, a register fell down from the top most rack.
I picked it up.
January 1, 1850

That's what the first page read.
I flipped through the pages to find something about Arthur and Lily but there was nothing.

But finally I found 'That page'.
Well I could see Arthur's name.
I was just hoping that he was the same Arthur I was looking for.

My heart skipped a beat when I read the details.

Name:- Arthur Cyrus
Age:- 5
Adopted by:- Jack Louis and Nancy Louis
Address :- Apartment number 13, St. Stephen's Street.

Arthur Cyrus?
He was five when he was adopted.
And Frida was his grandma
So Frida wasn't Frida Louis but Frida Cyrus.

So when Lily told about Arthur's grandparents, that they died in a peculiar way, she wasn't talking about the old couple in the photograph.

That old couple was Jack and Nancy.
Okay!
I had way too many questions.
Only if I could find someone who could answer them!

The Cyrus family died back in 1781.
And Arthur was five years old in the year 1850.
And The Cyrus couple didn't have any other child except Wendy.

Maybe it's a coincidence that Arthur's surname is Cyrus.
But why would Wendy mention Frida and Arthur's Grandpa.
And why could I see Arthur and Lily if they were dead?

And the vision I had, of Lily committing suicide.
What could that be about?

"Arthur, I know you're here. Please help me. I need answers", I started crying.

"I'm here Lisa", I heard a voice.
And there he was.

"Arthur! Why? Why is this happening to me? If you're dead then I wasn't the one who brought you in my previous house, right? Why does Wendy want you? You're already dead?"

"Lisa. William Cyrus was my grandpa.
He was Richard Cyrus' son."

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