Chapter 2
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The morning, Darcy got up and got dressed. She couldn't help but like there were eyes watching her, but she usually experienced things like that in old houses. She ventured out of the room and onto the stairs. She carefully walked up the rotting staircase, making her way up to the attic. She came to a long corridor and opened one of her books.
"The hallway was cloaked in shadow. Spikes lined the archways, almost like claws."- Edith Cushing
In broad daylight, the corridor still gave her the creeps.
She walked along the hallway, pulling on the door knobs as she went.
A door opened and it appeared to be an invention room.
On one of the tables sat a toy that reminded her of the wind up monkey from Phantom of the Opera.
She turned the little knob and frowned when it didn't work. She attributed it to time and moved on.
Thomas watched from the shadows as she fiddled around with things in his workroom.
Who was she? Why was she here? Did she realize the danger she was in?
She moved onto another part of the workroom.
He saw his chance and approached the table. He picked up a small screwdriver and tinkered around on the small contraption. He turned the knob and smiled when it started working. He disappeared as the girl came around the corner.
Darcy was puzzled.
That thing hadn't been working a second ago.
She glanced around the room. "Did you do this?" she asked the open air.
Once again she was met with silence.
"You can come out. There's no need to be afraid", she told whoever.
After a few minutes, she gave up and left the workroom. She made her way into the enormous library. She explored the library until she came upon a table sitting by a large window.
It had several pictures sitting on it.
She blew the dust of them and inspected them.
Several of them were of women, sitting with the same man.
She flipped the pictures over hoping to gain insight into who were in them. She gathered up the pictures and took them back to her room, unaware of the eyes watching her from the shadows. When she returned to her room, there was a tea tray sitting there.
That hadn't been there when she left.
She set the pictures down on the bed and approached the tea tray. She felt the teacups.
They were hot, like someone had just made it.
"Hello?" she called, "Did someone make this tea?" Darcy briefly wondered if the ghosts who resided here were friendly, but she didn't know what was in tea. She ignored it and settled down in bed for a night of research.
When Thomas entered the girl's bedroom a few hours later, she was asleep amidst papers and a strange contraption with letters.
It looked almost like a typewriter.
He closed the odd contraption and set it on the bedside table. He cleaned up the papers and sighed when he noticed they were about his family.
Lucille was not going to be happy about this.
Thomas pulled off the girl's shoes and covered her up with a blanket from the closet. He stopped when he noticed the tea tray sitting at the foot of the bed. He glared at it as he picked it up and carried it from the room.