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Fear

Her eyes had a hollow gleam in them. The glossed over seal of death on her features. She looked as if she had been dead for hours, but it's only been mere minutes since her blood curdling scream that had interrupted mine and Mr. Collins conversation. We were in the other room before we came rushing into the upstairs living-quarters.

"What ever did she scream for? It looks as if she died from fear." I stated, looking fearfully at the corpse.

He paused before replying so mournfully and a tad bit angry, "This can't be her. She looks as if she's been starving for weeks! This is a sick joke of some kind."

I shook my head, pity dwelling my features for the man, "I'm afraid that this is no joke, dear Friend."

He sighed, holding his composure and walking to the window in the far left of the room. Putting his hand to his head to swipe the cold sweat building up and holding then the bridge of his nose. 

I stood there by the side table in the center bit of the room, beside the couch that lay the sealed fate of Savanna Parkens.

I searched and surveyed the room from where I stood, looking for anything out of place. I started walking to the opposite side of the room that Collins was in. There being only one other door on this side of the room, in which I proceeded to open it. As I did it the hinges let out the most nerving creak. Uncertain of what was on the other side, besides the next room over, I braced myself.

By the time I had completely had the door open and taking a brief glance inside, Collins had appeared beside me.

"Normally the doors connecting the rooms are not unlocked," He stated almost dazed, an unbelieving look among his face. 

I nodded in acknowledgement and walked into the ominous room. The room wasn't enlightened with a lamp such as the rest of the house. It seemed almost to perfect for a hiding place.

" Dear friend, do you have a match on you?" I asked. He hummed and rummaged around in his coat pocket. He pulled out on from the small box and handed it to me.

I took it, replying with a humble thanks, and walked over one of the wicked lamps. flicking the match on the tables surface it laid upon, igniting the lamps fire.

The room slowly submerged itself in the light, the only thing being in that room were Collins and myself and the old furniture. I walked over to the old fire place and placed my hand on it while looking out the window. I heard a bit of shuffling before hearing a faint ' I'm sorry, but it had to be done '. I was about to turn around but before I could I was knocked out cold. Everything turning fading into a sickening void. The last thing I could hear was an unfamiliar feminine voice and my old, supposed, friend talking to one another.