"We?" She says, unable to hide the great extent of her confusion.
"Yes, Miss." He replies, equally confused by her seeming lack of knowledge of speech patterns. "We being, of course, the Rosewood Manor. The Manor is closed because, well, you know," he surveys her carefully as if unsure that she does know, "Christmas is just two days away and all the employees are with their families..." His voice trails off and he gets a far off look in his eyes.
"R-Rosewood manor?" She replies, not recognizing this name in the slightest.
"Yes, Miss." His gaze is pulled back from some far distant reality. "The famous one? The haunted one--or so they say of every house older than a century, but..."
"What am I doing here?" She asks, bewildered.
"Well, I was about to ask you the same thing, wasn't I?" He replies, raising an eyebrow at this odd question. "Miss, don't mind me asking, but who even are you?"
"That's what I'm trying to figure out." She mutters, stealing a quick glance at her portrait for reasons unbeknownst to her.
"Oh my..." His face is overcome with shock as he follows her glance to the portrait on the wall.
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Portrait of a Girl
Mystery / ThrillerShe wakes up wearing a floor length black dress and a veil in a strange old building in front of a large portrait of a vaguely familiar young girl hanging above a fireplace with no recollection of who she is or how she got there. It soon is soon bro...
