Abby paid the driver before opening the car door. The driver opened the car trunk and got her luggage.
"What a big house," she whispered as she stared at the house in front of her. She took the courage to knock on the door.
"You must be Abigail Harrison, the babysitter from the agency," an old woman greeted her after opening the door. She thought that the woman looked younger than her age.
"Yes, I am. You must be Mrs. Thompson," she said.
"Come in," the woman welcomed and guided her inside. She was amazed. It looked quite old outside, but the inside was well taken care of.
"Where's Mr. Thompson?" She asked as she didn't see the woman's husband, but the woman didn't answer and instead just smiled.
Few days passed and Abby started to get used to her job. She would only cook food, prepare the needs of the child and wash clothes, but she never had seen the child. In the morning, she would hear the couple waking up the child. At night, she would hear them reading stories to the child. She didn't bother asking them about it because she thought that they only want to cherish the moments.
One day, she roamed around the house and decided to clean some unused furniture. She learned that for several years, the house was occupied only by the couple and their child. She was inside of the last room in the hallway when she saw a large portrait of the Thompson family. The portrait looked quite old and was dated five years ago.
On the following day, she felt like going to the room again. She was startled when Mrs. Thompson suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"Here you are Abby," the woman said while smiling.
"Oh, I'm... I'm very sorry Mrs. Thompson. I didn't mean to go here without your permission. I was... I was just cleaning," she said stuttering.
"It's alright dear," the woman assured her.
"Um... Can I ask something, Mrs. Thompson?" She hesitantly said. "Is she your daughter?"
"Yes," the woman answered. "And you two have similar eyes."
"But what happened? Why is she not going out anymore? I haven't seen her since I arrived here," she asked wondering.
"Five years ago," the woman said while looking at the portrait. "We had an accident."
"Oh," she suddenly felt uneasiness. "What happened then?"
"We died," the woman said.
