Mystery Maker (under construction)

Mystery Maker Chapter 2

-Few days later-

I shuddered at the sight of her enormous mansion. Most of the garden was weeds, or shrivelled up flowers at the least. A huge coal door had the numbers '1409' engraved onto a sterling silver name plate. My heart leaped into my throat, preventing me from breathing and giving me second thoughts about coming here. Howling winds blew a gush of icy fear across my shivering face. My vibrating fingers almost refused to ring the ghostly doorbell.

The door creaked open as a figure appeared.

Dressed in black from head to toe stood a tall woman. She had a red crystal butterfly buret clipped to her tight jacket. Old wrinkles nestled her face. Her silvery hair was pulled up a semi-messed bun and her eyes had bags and were hollow, as if years of torture. "Th-the Beagles?" I asked unsure of myself. "Yes, and who are you?" She asked in a ghastly tone. I could barely hear myself pronounce my name. "Jes-Jessica Greene. I'm Rebecca's physics partner. Is-is she here?" I stammered.

"Yes. She's here," she gave me a slight irritated look, as if she disliked guests. "Come in." I walked gradually, admiring the ancient antiques and possessions that were resting on spotless shelves. Wooden tiki masks and eerie priceless paintings were suspended onto the wide walls. Shadows conquered the place since the only source of light was from the etched glass dome above. A large grand staircase with an affluent red carpet with golden trims was at rest on the the spruce wooden planks. I expected an escort to where Rebecca was by the time I had entered. I glanced around awaiting someone's appearance.

As the minutes stretched by, I could hear whispers out of earshot. They sounded like multiple voices muttering something important. No, I have to be day dreaming. I'm sure my mind was playing tricks. Then they suddenly stopped as I looked to my left. Weird, I thought. I had a feeling I wasn't welcomed. Slowly, a figure descended the stairs. As it stepped into the pool of light, I realized it was Rebecca.

She had finally come. "Hey."I said feeling uncomfortable. Nothing replied. I thought I had gone deaf. As I neared her, I shiver went through my bones, giving me a halt. It felt like an invisible electric field. She looked at me blankly, just like she always does. Then, unexpectedly, she gestured me with her hand to follow her upstairs.

As I hit the second floor, catching my breath, she disappeared again. Boy was I getting bored of her games. "Rebecca?" I called. "Where are you?" I caught her shadow in the corner of my eye. I turned around on my heel so fast to catch her, I nearly twisted my ankle. "Hey, don't move so fast. No one could catch up to you like that." I called again. Before her first shadow even disappeared another showed up.

Petrified of the multiple shadows, I frantically raced to the stairs, where another figure stood there. Before I could retrace my steps, I heard her call my name. Afraid, I froze without facing her. For the first time, she spoke. "Are you okay?" She said so faintly I thought I heard the voices again. I unwillingly turned to her. Instead of finding the shadows I feared, Rebecca's concerned face was fortunately there, soothing my shaken mood. "Where did you go?" She asked. My heart pumping so fast I couldn't reply to what I heard. I gathered up my courage and asked her the same question. " I was right here, standing at the top of the staircase, then when I looked over my shoulder and you weren't there. I waited for you here." She spoke. "No, I came to the top breathless and you where nowhere to be in sight, so I looked for you between the hallways." I explained. She gave the space an annoyed look.

Like mother like daughter, I thought. She shook her head with dissatisfaction and turned to me. What was she doing? Communicating to the air? I kept my questions for later. She told me to follow her and to keep myself on her heels. As we entered her room, I froze entirely.

It seemed as if I entered a funeral hall. The walls were an eerie shade of grey, and they stretched for miles. A simple meager window was positioned on one wall, barely letting in any light. An ebony queen sized bed was in the spotlight of the room, simple carvings on side planks and posts. A matching desk and closet to the left side.