The Boy: After (Brahms x OC)

Chapter 2: Moving In

I returned to the Ex-Heelshire mansion the next day. All my furnitures are already delivered on the front step, there is way too much boxes for me to handle alone, so I called the guy I happened to meet in one of the downtown markets to help. He gladly obliged. His name is Gilbert, we exchanged phone numbers yesterday as I was down in the market trying to get a nice dinner; he works there and is quite a nice guy.

We both like to talk and has few similar hobbies so naturally we made a connection. I was sure glad to have someone to talk to, being the newbie in the town.

We moved the boxes into the mansion and into the main lobby, well mainly Gilbert since he's a tough guy. I haven't seen the interior of the house and was amazed at the scenery presented before me. It's like living in a real castle, everything was so authentically British. I was pretty pleased since I'm into the Victorian styles.

While Gil was finishing up unboxing, I took a tour around the estate. The garden was beautiful, although the flowers pretty much all died of dehydration and there are moss everywhere, but that's fixable. There is also a swimming pool and a set of swings. The design of the mansion is pretty complicated, I'm almost sure that I'll get lost at some point.

After lunch with Gil, he started telling me the history of this mansion, even though I've already heard enough. "So this kid named Brahms was said to be dead, but Greta the nanny claimed that he is still alive and murdered her ex-boyfriend." Gil enthusiastically revealed. Now that's something I didn't hear from the locals, "I thought a psychopath killed her ex," I replied "didn't the nanny ran away and never came back? How did you know this much?"  Gil shrugged and said," Greta, the nanny's current boyfriend is my buddy, he told me all about the incident." I was still skeptical.

"Does that mean Brahms is still in this house? Since the police never found him......Should I really live here alone" This is really getting on my nerves. "I can stay here tonight with you if you want" Gil suggested, but I politely declined, since I only met him for a day.

After Gilbert left, I immediately went through my bags and I took took out my pepper spray and my defense knife. Then I went to the master bedroom and installed more locks that I got from downtown, one can never be too careful. I'm confident enough that years of karate lessons have taught me how to defend myself, okay I'm lying I'm really freaked out. But those are all myths, they can't be real, can they? After everything is all set, I prepared myself for my first night here.

Nothing happened. I was relieved but also a bit disappointed, I don't know why, but I internally wished that something exciting would happen, like my things going missing or foot steps going up the stairs.

Gilbert then showed up again and helped me get the rest of the bagages done. I was really grateful and offered him some cash, he declined and instead asked for a day out. I thought about it then accepted the offer, if I'm going to be living here, then I must get the know the place. Wait, when did I decide to live here.........

Altering some time, I got in Gilbert's truck and we left for downtown. He took me around the place and showed me many interesting things that an American like me have never seen. I was intrigued by their lifestyle and society. It was fun. By the time we got back it was already midnight. Judging from the first night, I firmly believe that there is no funny stuff in the mansion, although the fact that someone died there is a bit troubling, but I threw that to the back corner of my mind.

As I opened the car door, Gil gave me a peck on my hand and wished my good night, I was not costumed to the gentleman-ness so I must have looked pretty surprised. Gil laughed and drove away saying that he'll see me next week, since he needs to get out of town for more market supplies.

Right as I got on to my bed, I fell fast asleep. Today was really tiring, but in the midst of my cloudy mind, I heard my some creaking, but I brushed it off to being too tired. Then, I gladly ran into the tenderness of sleep, not knowing that my closet door opened a crack and a black shadow slowly oozed out.

The silhouette maneuvered around the room and then finally noticing me in a heap of soft pillows, fast asleep.

".......Greta?"

Author's notes:
Guess whoOOOoooo?
*excited