20 Years Later
Dark clouds covered the sky of London. Smoke filled the air from the chimney stacks. A young lady boarded off a big ship. Her hair was long and brown. She had on a long light blue dress. She carefully picked up her brown leather bag as she looked around with wide, curious eyes. She had a small smile planted on her soft pink lips. She straightened up and began walking the dark streets of London. The only thing to light her path was the lampposts that contained a small, flickering candle at the top. She payed no mind to the men around her. She clutched her brown leather bag in her left hand as she continued onward. The light clicking of her heels filled the quiet autumn air. She hummed softly as she went about her business to ignore all of the stares. She seemed to stick out showing she wasn't from around here.
She came to a halt across the street from an old rundown building. It had been abandoned years ago. At the top it had once read the words, "Mrs. lovetts Meat Pies." Now those words were faded as if they didn't exist. She slowly made her way across the street. She hesitated for a moment before she laced her fingers around the doorknob and pushing it open. A rusted bell above the door let out a small ring to signal her entry. She set her heavy bag on an old dusty table. She looked around the abandoned shop that had once been full of life but now was full of bugs. Anything wooden was now rotten and covered in dust. Centipedes, beetles, and many other things crawled around on the walls and floors. The lady wrinkled her nose at the stench of death that filled the air. She slowly walked to where the living room was as her heels made a loud clicking noise against the creaking floorboards as she went. She looked around with raised brows and a scrunched up nose. It looked just as bad as the kitchen. The sofa had been torn and bugs crawled all over it. The shelves held dusted books and dead bugs. She let out an annoyed sigh knowing she would have to clean the entire place. She then left the living room and to a side door that lead outside where there was a set of stairs. She pushed open the door and sighed when she smelled the polluted airs of London. At least it smelled better then rotting flesh and other unknown things. It was a rather windy night as she made her way up the metal stairs. Her hair got tangled from blowing in the wind. She payed no mind to that as she stared at the curtain drawn door. She pushed open the door with great hesitation and entered the almost empty room. The only items it held was a broken mirror, a dresser, a huge chest, and a barber chair. The chair is what stood out the most to her in the dullness of the room. The chair looked part mechanical which was rather odd for a barber chair. She walked over to the chest and opened it. With instant regret she closed it quickly and covered her nose. There were all sorts of bugs crawling around and blood stains covered the inside of the chest. She left that area quickly and made her way to the dresser. She ran her hand along the back of the barber chair causing dust to collect on her fingers. She looked at what little items were on the dresser until an old wooden box caught her attention. What was odd is that there wasn't a sock of dust to be held on the box. Her brows furrowed in confusion and yet mild curiosity. She picked up the box and felt the weight within the box. It seemed hold something heavy for it to feel like that. She was about to open the small box but before she could a clanking sound came from below. She quickly set down the box and hoisted up her dress so that she could move quickly. She left the room, making it down the stairs before she pushed open the door and rushed in. Everything seemed as it was before, empty and abandoned. Her brows furrowed in confusion until her eyes landed on a door of some sort. She walked over to it and noticed there was chain with a lock. It looked as if they were trying to keep people out... Or something in. She bent down to examine to lock with furrowed brows. She reached up with her free hand and pulled a bobby pin from her hair. She was about to put the pin into the keyhole to pick the lock before a deep voice spoke up from behind her.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you love."
