The Strange Mansion

Chapter 6

The stairway is pretty dark, but I could still see the other side of the way. It had light. The first thing that appeared in my sight was a mirror. A brown mirror hanging on the wall next to a candle holder. The candle holder was red-stained and sticky.

As I walked past the mirror, I felt cold all of a sudden. A person seemed to appeared in the mirror. I turned to see, but no one was there. Perhaps, it must have been my imagination. However, there was blood dripping down the mirror. I chose to stay away from it.

There were about four rooms on this floor. After a few moments of choosing, I decided to enter the first room on the left. Many things were in my sight.

"Ah," I said, "a sewing machine? But I'm not sure how to use this though...

mom usually used this..."

I sighed in sadness, thinking about my mother. Suddenly, a small ripped teddy bear quickly appeared in my sight, floating in the air. Blood was dripping down its limbs. I soon saw a shadow under it. I couldn't tell if it was a male or a female. He or she was whispering something...

"My... My friend is bleeding... Help, my friend..."

A girl's voice. That was what I heard. I wasn't sure how to help her. The teddy bear's limbs were ripped and were about to fall off. I gentle grabbed it. I didn't know how to use the sewing machine, however, mom taught me how to sew things by hands.

That's right! I thought.

I placed the teddy bear on a table and started looking around for string and a hand-sewing needle. I went from this drawer to another, but I couldn't find them at all. Then out of a sudden, a thought came to my mind.

"Wait a sec...," I said in a lower tone, "perhaps..."

I took out the voodoo doll and turned it around. A small silver needle was stuck in its back. I softly pulled it out. Now that I got a hand-sewing needle, I just needed string. Where could it be?

I slipped the needle in my bag and walked toward the teddy bear.

"I'll be right back, okay?" I said to it.

Then I left the room. Suddenly, Mr. Porter showed up in front of me. Somehow, I wasn't surprised.

"Is everything alright, Miss Ellen?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah!" I replied, "But now, I'm looking for string to sew some stuff. Would you mind showing me where they are?"

"Strings, huh," he looked at the room I just came out of, "perhaps, they are in there somewhere."

"But... I just checked in there," I said, "it was nowhere to be found."

"I'm pretty sure they are in there," he told me, "Ms. Kennedy and her daughter, Grace, usually worked in there. They are not here anymore."

Grace...? Could it be...? I thought to myself.

"After all, they were good workers," Mr. Porter continued.

"Alright, thank you." I said, "I'll keep that in mind..."

"Glad to help, Miss Ellen."