The Anonymous

Chapter 36: Facade

For the rest of the night,  I scrolled threw all the messages from Ashton. I wanted so badly to text him back telling him that I didn't ignore him on purpose; I just had no way of contacting him. I don't dislike him for leaving me but after seeing all these messages, maybe he did not feel the same way. My mind uncontrollably went back to that picture of him and Amanda Eastwood. They looked so perfect together. The last message he sent me was four weeks ago. Sure he's over me. Should I ask Unknown for advice, yeah right after I made out with him. But he's a ninja spy he wouldn't care; they are trained to turn everything off for the sake of a mission.

"Do you think... I should text Ashton."

Moments later he replied...  "Do what you want."

What a robot...."You're such a robot. I decided not too.

"I didn't find out anything about significant Jérôme." Unknown completely ignoring my text message.

"Thanks for the checking, I found out somethings about him."

"like..?"

"He did a hit and run killing some girl back in the day, he might have killed someone named Warin, and he was extremely over Jessica."

"Yeah, I'm well aware."

"That's significant!"

"Who told you?"

"I can not reveal my source. Good night Unknown."

I awoke out of my dream in cold sweats for absolutely no reason. Perhaps it was my nerves that caused me to awake so easily or the annoying raddling pipes. For such a fancy mansion they sure have some pipe.  It was from 3:00 AM. I had four more hours until my alarm went off. Feeling a bit parched, I went downstairs to get some water.  The mansion was so quiet and calm; the sound of the pin falling could alter my attention from across the room.

I walked towards the balcony at the Winehouse where the light was turned on,  I've never seen the house light up at night. A small raddling of the pipes caught my attention. At first, I didn't pay much attention to it but when the sound persisted it was hard to miss. The raddling noise transformed into low ticking noisy; the tick occurred paused them reoccurred consecutively one-after-the-other for 5 times and then paused again.  The noise sound distance but not too far away. Determine to find the source, I ventured upstairs to the far end of the mansion apart completely foreign to me; where the corridors appeared narrow. The architecture was refined and the decor was outdated. This is probably the reason why Jérôme never gave us a tour of the entire mansion. The sound leads into another old looking library, all the way up the spiraling stairs in the back of some book shells. This house was truly it was a maze. A feeling of uncertainty fell over me, would I be able to find my way back?

While at the same time, an ominous feeling fell over me. The closer I got to the door the more felt like I was intruding and if I was caught, there is no way I could escape or lie my way out of this one. One side of me wanted to turn back and go back to my guess room. The next side of me knew understood the importance of me pushing forward; It did not sit well with me knowing that I left the Greenwich mansion and didn't explore all opportunities. Even though Jérôme has been a very good friend, I promised myself that I would look into anything suspicious.

The locked narrow shaped door had an old fashion key whole. My bobby pins would not suffice. I put my phone flashlight on and looked around hoping to find anything useful. I searched around the book shells for what seemed like 5 minutes. After feeling around the top of the dusty shells and the fragments of dust sprinkling down falling on my face, I felt a key. It was a heavy, black, iron-key that took up most of my hand. Once the door was unlocked, I entered onto the room flashing my light around to see more stairs leading to a room. The stairs creaked and crack every step I took the noisier they were. The steps were so unstable and rotted, I felt like my foot would fall through. Luckily the door at the top of these steps wasn't locked at all.