In the 1880s, a town called Starkwood was in the middle of nowhere. No car, no phone, no radio, just crops & houses. But mysteriously, there was a mansion right beside the town. The Jackson Family lives in this mysterious mansion. The Jacksons had e...
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Its him. Its the eyes. The sweet soft voice. The beautiful curl that lays on his face. Its.........Maestro
"W-who are you" I said.
He giggled.
"I'm maestro silly" He replied.
"Maestro?"
"Yes."
Oh my god. He's so handsome. His white chocolate skin. Black curly natural hair. Jawline so sharp, that your finger might get cut. And his adorable nose.
But those eyes......they're hypnotizing me. Again. He wore a white button down blouse shirt with black pants. They were clothes from the old days. I'm completely shocked right now.
"I knew you was going to come back." Maestro said.
"How did you know" I replied.
"Just a feeling."
"Why are you here all alone maestro?"
"I told you darling, I'm not alone."
"But I don't see anyone."
"You might not see them now. But you will see them later."
Everything got quiet.
"I see you brought friends with you."
"Yeah, johnny & kimmy."
"There's a sign outside."
"What sign?"
"No trespassing dear."
"Oh we're not trespassing. We just wanted to explore a little bit that's all."
"You, might not be trespassing. But your friends are".
"What do you mean?"
"There not allowed here."
"They just wanted to tell me about the house. I heard stories about it."
