Case Files: #1 The Haunting in Fairchild Mansion

Chapter 4

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~WHOOOSSHHH~

"Diana, there it goes again." Alvin said as he wake her up.

"Who left the windows open?" She groaned.

"The windows not open, missy." He grabs a pillow. "It's OLIVIA..."

She lights up a candle and went out of the room. "Stay here." She said.

"Okay." Alvin replied.

~WHOOSSHH~

"Ah- on second thought don't leave me here." He nervously said.

~♥~

"Where are we going, Diana?"

"The basement."

"Why can't we just go back to the room." He proposed. "It's not that cold in there heh, right?"

She rolled her eyes. The temperature dropped down zero and the dim light of the candle can't barely make them see.

"So what's the problem?" He said asked.

"The vents are wrecked. SOMEONE put the temperature to low." She replied.

"Maybe that someone is an 'it'."
He said.

"Not an 'it', Alvin." She showed him a piece of blue crystal."It's a 'who'."

She left a questioned expression to his face. An exhausting sigh came out from Diana's mouth. "It's a piece of lapiz la zuli. How did this get in here?"

He yawns. "I don't know. Maybe figure it out tomorrow because it's way past our bed time."

"Hmm.." And they all went to sleep.

~♥~

"Hey, Madame Vochichwa." Diana follows her footsteps in the kitchen. "Whatcha doin?"

"Pancakes. Easy and yummy." She raised her chin. "Scurry along, Miss Diana. Lots of chores to do."

"Where did you come from Madame Vochichwa?" She smiled.

She gives Diana some of her cooked samples. "Romania." She said.

"Hmm.. Gee thanks. One more question, where's the library?"

"At ze West wing, third door; ze gargoyle statue." said Madame Vochichwa.

And with that she went along. At an early morning, Diana began walking her way through the halls opening the room. BOOKS! Lots and lots of books, anything that she could imagine. And for some it might be just paper, but for eggheads like her? Well, this will take a lifetime.

"Books! Then I can ever imagine." She lets herself be caught up in her imagination. "Okay. Cut it out, Diana." she thought. For the real business doesn't do anything with her obsession. It's about the mystery.

"No. No. No. *Augrh* It's no use." She's hoping she can find any info about the Fairchild Mansion, or better yet, Olivia herself.

She was about to put the work aside when a piece of paper slip out of the pages of a book. She bents down to pick it up, reading the words that's constructed to be.. A riddle.

"The nest of my sorrows hides riches you could possibly imagine. Find the four corners, let those light up the dark and ignite the spark...

Where the moonlight is sitting."

"What does this have to do with you? Did I caught the culprit?" She thought.

"FINALLY I FOUND YOU."

She gasped. "Or did the culprit found me?"