She grinned . Mrs Black possessed yellow teeth and one wonky one at the front.
The old lady guided me along from the hallway to the corridor . There were photos everywhere, mainly of a little boy. He was smiling widely at the camera, clearly laughing at something behind view. It was in ascending from 2006 to 2010. Then there was just an empty shelf. As I gazed at the photos, I grew more and more sure that there was one missing. It made sense. The fact that there were frames missing photos , way that there was a total empty shelf and......I was clearly showing too much curiosity because when Mrs blacks wrinkly hand grabbed my shoulder, I snapped back to life.
"Come on then my dear, this way. Your rooms along the corridor on the left. And... whatever you do Beatrice, DONT go into the basement. It's old and nobody had been down there in years. Occupy yourself dear." She coughed into a lace handkerchief and clicked away.
What was that about a basement? This manor was becoming more and more mind blowing by the second. If there was a basement, I would definitely have to check it out, no matter what Mrs Black said.
YOU ARE READING
Haunted house
Teen FictionMrs Black is desperate to sell her house. However it is impossible as there have been many rumours that it is the home of ghosts. 17 year old Beatrice is sure that it is nonsense. But when mysterious happening start to occur ,she isn't so sure.....
