THE GHOST IN THE TREES.
CHAPTER 2. Something isnt right.
Disclaimer. Not mine. Bones belongs to FOX.
Booth jumped a little and then pushed Brennan to the side, drawing his gun. And then he looked at the statue of a man with some realistic looking snakes all over him. He looked over at Brennan with a bit of a smile.
'Its just a statue Bones. They're not real snakes.' He said grinning at her as he grabbed the bags and put them in the lobby. He glanced curiously around him and noticed the high walls with paintings etched into the walls. He noticed doors and doors and long twisting hallways; this place is huge. Easy to get lost in here. There's a lot of places for people to hide here.
The old caretaker smiled at the man and woman at the door. Realistic arent they? He asked. You must be Temperance Brennan and Seeley Booth. He said holding out his hand for a handshake. I'm william Weatherby. If you'll follow me i'll show you to your rooms.' He said leading the two of them to the second floor; he opened the door at the end of the hall and Brennan glanced into the room. She noticed the dark wood walls and dreary tapestries of old fashioned looking men and women; Brennan shivered slightly, they had really severe expressions on their faces and they gave a gloomy air to the room.
Weatherby opened two doors in the small apartment sized room that were adjacent to each other, showed them the fully stocked kitchen and suggested that they might like to settle in before they made their way to the makeshift morgue three doors down. Brennan walked over to the fire that was blazing merrily in the fireplace. The fire warmed up the room a little bit but she still felt cold. Weatherby closed the door behind him after placing two keys on the table and then there was silence, save the sounds of the rain falling and the sound of the howling wind in the trees outside. Brennan walked over to the window and looked out, she opened the window a little bit and she heard the gentle sound of wind chimes blowing in the wind. She looked at the trails of vines and the dead flowerbeds outside. She glanced at a pile of old wooden shacks that had fallen in on themselves. They look like they were the servant quarters a long time ago, thought Brennan. The wind blew the curtains violently and Brennan closed the window again.
'This place is really spooky. Something isnt right,' Said Booth. Brennan didnt want to agree with Booth, she was still feeling a little ashamed at being scared by the statue.
'You're right. There have been five murders here,' said Brennan deliberately changing the direction of the conversation to the murders, rather than the atmospheric vibe of the mansion that she knew Booth was referring to. Silently though, she agreed with Booth. Something wasnt right.
TBC.
Short i know. But i had visitors from Melbourne, didnt give me much time to update; I've discovered the tv show Fringe and i've been spending a few days catching up with every episode thats aired; I just bought my first car and fourthly its hard to write something when you have no idea what to write next. Thats the strange part about writing sometimes, one day you have no idea what to write, or which direction you want to go with a story, 24hrs later you know exactly what you want to write. I promise to update again in a few days, i've got enough ideas to write the third chapter however i'll need some ideas and inspiration on where to go after the third chapter. If you have some ideas of what you'd like to see, review and let me know. Lol. Stay tuned.