The Widow Among the Woods

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She ran along the black line, only stopping to pick some extraordinary flowers. Giggling to herself she made her way down the path, towards the town. Hensberg was a perfect place to live, in her opinion. With its wonderful scenery, astonishing weather and happy people, it was easily the most beautiful place in the country. So having tourists was a normal thing.

Before heading over to Mrs. Hudson's cottage, she knocked three times at her family's mansion huge doors to alert her father that she was going to someone's house. She thought of her mom's soufflé as she ran towards her destination.

"Where is our Alberta Einstein running off to?" called Mrs.Watson from her laundry line.

"Just going off to give these flowers to Mrs.Husdon. Should I help you with the laundry?" she called out. "Oh no, my dear. You give Mrs.Husdon these flowers and I will ask these naughty ones to help." Mrs.Watson replied happily.

"Hey you, Amelia! Come here and help with the laundry and get your siblings to help!"

"Sure, Mrs.Watson. Come on guys let's help." Amelia smirked one of her most wicked one. Amelia Warren and her siblings were the naughtiest kids in town. Though they always made a mess, they helped clean it up too.

Amelia's youngest sister and brother (who were twins) grabbed the big white sheets from the laundry bucket ad started running around with them in circles.

"Hey! YOU! COME BACK HER THIS INSTANCE! AMELIAAA!"

"Yes? Mrs.Watson?"

"Look at your siblings! Stop them at once!" Mrs.Watson was using her raspy voice and the whole town knew that when she did, one should stop doing whatever was causing Mrs.Watson use her voice or else... peace wasn't an option. Mrs. Watson's screaming would start and go on for hours, in a language literally no one understood causing people to hold their laugh and breaking a rib or 2.

Amelia at once scolded her siblings and ask them to stop when stopped at once... but in the wrong place. Down fell the sheet in the mud and out came a gasp from Mrs. Watson's throat and the town's peace was never the same.

Laughing at the scene, she ran towards Mrs. Hudson's cottage. Mrs.Husdon was a blind story-teller. Though Mrs.Husdon was blind she always told the story in great detail as if she had seen them herself.

'Knock, knock'

"Mrs.Husdon, it is me"

"Yes my love. I know it is you. I am coming." Answered an old yet beautiful voice from inside the cottage.

Mrs. Hudson's cottage was located at the edge of the town and the town as in the countryside, so the most beautiful views were from Mrs. Hudson's roof. Mrs. Hudson would let tourists come to her cottage anytime to enjoy the views with delicious drink that were her specialty. She never charged any money though. Mrs. Hudson believed that nature's beauty wasn't for a price. It as free for everyone and anyone.

Mrs. Hudson opened the door to see an elegant young girl in her late teens. Christan Kelipher was marked for her beauty, innocence and intelligence. Being the daughter of the richest man in the country, Christan wasn't spoiled. Apart from living in a huge mansion, Christan would always prefer nature. Christin's dad, Davidson Kelipher, was a very strict man with a heart of gold.

With her chestnut brown straight hair that reached her waist, bangs covering her forehead, bright emerald eyes, pale white skin, innocent and caring smile bathing in kindness; Christan easily won people's hearts. Happy or sad, Christan Kelipher was the prettiest; that was what the town believed. When she would cry, the reflection of her eyes would make her tears look like small crystals, on her bright pinkish white skin.

Due to their jobs, Christan's parents were always out of town, mostly abroad. She would mostly spend her time with Lupus or Mrs. Hudson. Now that her parents were back in town, Christan was determined to spend every hour with the but that didn't stop here from visiting her loved place and ones. Smiling, Christan went in Mrs. Hudson's house, greeting her with all her heart just not knowing what horrors lay ahead.