I woke up this morning with my girls snuggled up to me and the spell of full English from downstairs. Lovely!
Chris and joey are our very own master chefs which is good because I can't cook ! Glancing at me phone I saw the time . " oh god !" I gasped. "Come in girls time to get up and dressed in time for breakfast."
Charlie was up right away and ran excitedly to her room. On the other hand phoebe groaned and rolled of the bed with a thud ! Hair a mess and pj's all screwed up and out of shape she stumbles into her room to replying with "morning Mum ..." yawning.
I walked into the bathroom and brushed me long black hair, brushed my teeth and put on a little makeup . For clothes I pulled on yesterday's outfit and wondered down stairs Which seemed like a shock as it was a long long long way down and so cold modern and polished. The marble floor was made complete with a beautiful stair case and huge light fitting covered from tier to tier with diamonds and gold twinkles. I wondered into the giant kitchen only to see nobody in there sitting at the breakfast bar but all sitting in the formal dining area in the next room.
Joey was dressed head to toe in Adidas, Chris in shirt jeans and smart brown shoes, phoebe in a black mini skirt guns and roses t-shirt and doc martinis with a bulky choker, Charlie in a pink tutu and bunny slippers hair in attempted pig tails.
I sat down to enjoy a lovely breakfast. When ... a knock came to the door and echoed to my attention. I went to answer it. I opened the door to and old man . His face white and wrinkly full of tales I could tell and with a hearing aid, alongside him a cane long and with a point at the foot of it. His shoes worn out and clothes dated yet a look of fear in his eye. A single tear rolled down his face .
"Can I help you what's wrong ?" I smiled a little unsettled I have to admit.
" please ... please!" He stammered.
" I'm sorry?" I questioned my actions.
"Please sell the house . Move back ! Move back ! It will do it to me again ! It came last night . Please making her go she has brought a friend. Please make them go and move back !" He cried and shook . Chris came to join me at this point and saw me worried about the situation.
" I'm sorry we are in the middle of breakfast goodbye !" Chris closed the door in the old mans face and hugged me tight seeing me speechless at his emotion and fear . Breathe taking !
We returned to the children not to speak a word to them about the
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YOU ARE READING
Sometimes it won't go away
HorrorHorror and thriller based on modern house built over abandoned prison in the medieval period. A family of five move in will they be safe ?