The barber stayed in his room most of the time, shaving customers and brooding over the past. Rose cleaned out the kitchen, the parlor, and the bedroom. She found a few dresses that she would not mind wearing, and a few pounds of money. As she was cleaning she found a large double-doored bake house and decided to explore. She opened it up and walked down the long dark stairs. The door at the bottom of the steps was harder to open, but she opened it with a little effort. The stench was awful. It smelled as though someone had died down there. And indeed, Rose knew someone had. She walked near the furnace and found a rotting corpse three feet away. It was an old beggar woman, who was probably very pretty when she was younger.
"Talk about skeletons in the closet." She said to herself as she dragged the body nearer to the furnace.
"Rose." She looked around to see who it was that had said her name. She saw no one. She threw the woman into the furnace and looked around, to make sure there was not anyone else. A young boy, probably fourteen, lay on the stone ground with a slit throat, rats scuttling over his bloody body.
"What is your problem, Mr. Todd?" she whispered, "If you kill someone, at least cover up the evidence!"
"Rose." She heard her name again, and again, she looked around, but found no one. She threw the boy's body into the furnace and watched as it went up in flames. She glanced around the room once more to see if Mr. Todd had any more literal skeletons in the bake house. To her relief, she found none.
"Rose." The voice said again.
"Bloody hell! What do you want?" she yelled.
"Sleep well…" the voice said. Then she heard a door clicking shut. "Oh no." she said and ran towards the door, "Oh Lord please no!" she half prayed, half screamed. The door was locked. She had no way to escape. She was trapped.
