Here is the Chapter 3. I was overwhelmed by the reviews so I decided to continue the story! Yey!!! Lolz. Anywayz I hope this chapter makes sense and I apologise if this chapter bores you. And also this is all fiction, I seriously don't know what I'm talking about here, that's why I don't know if it'll make sense. Hopefully it would, coz it is really relevant to the whole story. And I know I'm rambling now. So I'll stop. Lolz thank you again for the reviews, it inspires me to go on. And cheers!!!
3 weeks later
Charlie and her colleague Constable Watson was doing the last patrolling for both of them for the day. They've been driving around Summer Bay, when Charlie noticed a path way towards the bushes that is big enough for the car to get through. She turned the car without thinking and drive slowly to now she noticed to be going up bush path.
"Senior, what are you doing?" Watson asked a bit alarmed. She likes her new Senior Constable even though she only just moved to the bay. But because she is just new, she hasn't discovered yet her flows and her way of thinking.
"Patrolling." Charlie answered briefly, focussing on her drive through the bushes following the track.
"I know. But, there's no need to patrol on this area. No one comes here or even dared to… well, until now that is." Watson explained. In all her years of being a police in Summer Bay, not once did she hear anyone setting a foot on the path that Charlie is navigating now.
"Well how did you know? How can you be so sure? I mean, criminals could be hiding here, thinking of the same thing you are thinking. That no one comes here, so it'll be a good hiding place for them."
Charlie stopped the car eventually, in front of a massive rusty gate of a big-old-dirty mansion. The place seemed to be deserted for a long period of time. The house itself has vines around its edges and the actual house which Charlie can only assumed, used to be white is now almost black in colour. The Garden in front of the house looks more like an extension of the bushes that they just drove thru, instead of a garden.
"See. No ones here, can we go?" Watson asked quietly, looking at the massive gate and house in front of them.
Charlie remained quiet and just staring at the big house. In awe at how massive it is and how beautiful the structures are, even behind its dirt.
"Senior?"
"Uhm?" Finally, Charlie was able to mumble a sound.
"Can we go now?" Watson asked again, nerves getting the better of her.
Charlie as if didn't her a thing, climbed off their police car and walked the short distance to the actual gate. She looked around inside as she hold on to one of the gate's thick-rusty-bar.
She's been staring around the house for quiet a while when all of a sudden, her vision of everything changed. Gone is the old dirty house. Now in her eyes, she could see the beautiful white house with a lot of delicately designed windows. In the middle of the garden is a white dirty white statue of an angel that proved the water for the small fountain. Around it is a beautifully landscaped garden with all sort of different flowers.
Charlie continued to gaze at it, when her eyes caught sight of her. She was stunned to see herself picking flowers in the garden, only she was wearing a long dress from the old time which almost covered her feet. She was also holding an umbrella that matches her dress in her other hand while the other is holding the flowers she picked.
"Charlotte…" Someone called.
Both of the Charlie of today and the Charlie with flowers turned to look at the house's door, which is now slightly open. The Charlie of today tried to look more at the figure standing inside the door, but all she can see was shadow. Her eyes went back to the other Charlie who is now running towards the door with a happy smile on her face. The door opened more and Charlie could see the shadow is willing to step forward to welcome the other Charlie.
"Senior!"
Charlie blinked back and turned to Watson, who is also outside the car but standing next to it nevertheless. Charlie turned again to the house, hoping to see who called the other Charlie but her eyes were met with the old-dirty-house.
"Senior! Can we go now?" Watson called out and asked again, feeling more and more uncomfortable being near the old house.
Charlie remained quiet as she walked back to the car and got herself in. Watson did the same, locking the door as soon as it closed.
"Can we go?"
Charlie looked at her colleague and now noticed the worried or more like nervous look on Watson's face.
"Are you ok, Georgie?" she asked worriedly.
"Yes. I am. So, can we please just get out of here?"
Charlie nodded, made a u-turn and drove back down. As soon as they passed the thick bushes and reached the main road, Charlie stopped the car on the side to check on her anxious colleague.
"Are you sure you're ok? Because, you went really pale back there." Charlie asked again.
"Yes, I'm sure. I'm sorry if I was a bit… freaked out. I know how unprofessional I must've looked.
"No. it's ok. But, why are you freaked out, anyway?"
Charlie gave Watson her curious look. Watson looked at Charlie with the disbelieving look.
"How can you not get freaked out?" she asked.
"Why? I mean, why should I be freak out? It was just an old abandoned house."
"Yeah… a creepy looking old house. Everyone that sat it get the goosebumps, even though they only saw it from a far. I got to see it up close! So close that I didn't only get goosebumps, it also gave me the creeps and all sort of unexplainable scary feelings." Watson rant, forgetting that she's talking to her Senior.
Charlie frowned, wondering what so creepy with the house. She didn't get the goosebumps or any scary feelings like what Watson is saying, to think she has the some sort of weird vision. And if being honest, if anything Charlie actually felt a bit overwhelmed some how, which she also can not explain why or how.
"They reason why we're sure that no body will dare to go there, let alone hide there is because, every residents of Summer Bay gets the same vibes as I did when they see it at the top of the hill," Watson explained "You I think is the first one that didn't get that feelings."
"Ok. Uhm… what's the story with that house anyway? It looks ancient, so… I presumed there will be some kind of history or just a story behind it." Charlie asked curiously and intrigued.
"Well… I don't know much, but I can tell you what I know."
"Oh please do."
"From what I heard, the house has been there for hundreds of years. Even the oldest resident, who just died a couple of years ago at the age of 101, couldn't put an age to that house. He said that the house has been abandoned long before he was even born, but its story had passed on through generations." Watson started.
"It was the time of kings, conquering lands in Europe and all the other near by countries, when a Duke, King's second son, decided to travel to discover more lands. He discovered Australia. He liked the land and especially this place, thus he asked his men to build the mansion up there, where the whole of Summer Bay can be seen. Oh by the way, this story took place even before the England decided to make the New South Wales a place for their prisoners and long before this land has its name."
Charlie nodded.
"Anyway, after a year or so, the Duke returned to England as his father the King requested his presence in a battle. They won the battle, and every other battle that followed, due to the Duke's strategies and exceptional ability to fight. Eventually not long after the battles, the King fell ill and died. The Prince, the King's first born son, became greedy of power and since he was the first born, he get to have all the power. The Duke didn't agree as it was unfair for him, knowing that it was because of her strategies that made them won the battles. So the Duke decided to leave, taking with him all his faithful men and made a promise that he will be back to take what was rightfully his. The Duke started convincing the leaders of the near by countries as well as the land that they conquered to side him. Most of them agreed as they have a high respect for the man known for his ability to fight. Little did the Duke notice that he as well was becoming greedy of power like his brother. It came to a point where he battles anyone that wouldn't agree to his proposition. Not long and his knights and warriors grew big, but he still wouldn't stop, wanting to make sure his victory."
Charlie listened to Watson, finding the story catchy.
"On his quest, the Duke came across this secluded land some where, where only few people are living in peacefully. He talked to the villager's elder and asked for his cooperation and for ownership of the land. The elder refused and the Duke threatened the elder, but the old man stood by his words. The next day, the Duke sent his men to the village, killing everyone in there."
"Everyone?" Charlie asked, horrified as she pictured what Watson just said.
"Yes. Everyone. From men to wives to children. It was a massacre. Blood was shed in every house." Said Watson "Anyway his men left the elder alive for the Duke to kill. But before the Duke could kill the elder, the elder said something, which by the way no one knew what. After that, the Duke finally satisfied with his army, went back to his wife who was pregnant when he left her. He returned because his wife was due to give birth. The next day after the Duke's arrival, his wife gave birth to his first born. Some said it was a very beautiful baby girl and some said that is was unbelievably white, like pale white. No one could really confirm because only 3 people were luck enough to see the baby. The Duke, the wife and the woman that helped the wife deliver the baby. They said after that day, no one was ever to see the baby, because of the Duke's fear of something might happen with his first born. They said he was paranoid about his baby. Anyway, for some reason after the 21st birthday of the daughter, she was sent to live in that mansion there. Alone."
"Alone? Why? What happened to the Duke and the wife?" Charlie asked engrossed with the story.
"The wife died after giving birth, the Duke due to depression didn't get to fulfil his promise of claiming the throne. But he re-married."
"Why? I mean, he re-married so that must've been a sign that he recovered from depression. Right?"
"Yes. But he re-married long after what happend and died the day before his first born's 21st birthday. Cause of death unknown." Watson answered.
"What happened to the daughter?"
"That is where the creepy part takes place. The daughter arrived but no one has seen her, except for an old man who was just lucky enough to witness her arrival, because he forgot something on the beach. Out of curiosity seeing the young woman was well dressed, the old man followed her and saw her entered the mansion. But that was it. No one had seen her again. No one goes in the house and no one goes out. The town's people wondered how she can survive or what does she eat, knowing that she arrived alone. Years passed and no one ever saw the Duke's daughter, not even her relatives. The royal family didn't even have a proof to prove that the Duke's first born really existed, thus she doesn't have any written history in the book."
Charlie frowned again.
"Watson, which part is the creepy part?" Charlie asked, looking confused.
"Haven't you been listening, Senior?" Watson asked disbelievingly "No body had seen her after her arrival. No one goes in and out of the house. How she lived or what she does or when she died were still a mystery. Some say, she died but her presence never left the house and just watching over the Summer Bay behind the walls of the mansion."
Charlie snorted, suppressing her laugh.
"Watson, we're in 2009. I must admit the story is catchy. But, you can not possibly believe that. I mean, for all we know, it could be just a tell tale story. You said it yourself; there is no evidence at all."
"Well… you asked me to tell you what I know. And besides, it's not about the story at all; it's about the house giving me the creeps when I looked at it. And it is not only me that feels it.
"Maybe because you people knew about that story." Charlie said as she begun driving again.
"Tourists felt it too, you know. And they don't know about the story." Watson said thoughtfully. "I mean, a house that old, you would think it would be really interesting to see, but that house is different. It's interesting yes, but in a different way."
Charlie looked at Watson.
"Are you serious?" she asked.
"About?"
"About the part, where tourist felt it too."
"Yeah. Local people and tourists share the same feeling. That's why I told you, you're the only one that didn't have the same vibes."
Charlie shrugged and focused on her driving again. She couldn't believe how people could still believe such story, when it's already 2009 and are living in the computer era. However, deep inside her, she felt like she is some how familiar to it, when she only heard the story now… or so she thought.
