Chapter 3
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Thomas carried the tea tray into the living room where Lucille was once again playing the piano. He threw the tea tray at the wall, the delicate glass of the teacups shattering spilling tea everywhere.
Lucille stopped playing, staring at her brother.
"Lucille, stop it!" he hissed.
"That was mother's china", she said.
"Leave the girl alone. You're not to touch her", Thomas told her.
"Don't tell me you fancy this one, too", she said.
"She's different", he told her.
"You said the same about your last bitch", Lucille said, "Did you forget that she's the reason we're dead?"
"You're dead because of Edith. I'm dead because of you and now I'm trapped in this god forsaken mansion! Tell me, dear sister, what will happen when this house finally rots to the ground?" he spat, "Please just stop Lucille. This house has already seen enough death and sadness. Those other girls didn't deserve what happened to them".
"Maybe if you had never fallen in love with Edith, we wouldn't be here", Lucille told him. She turned away from him and started to play the piano again.
Thomas, fed up with her passive behavior, picked up a knife. He walked up behind Lucille and jammed the knife into her neck.
Lucille gasped; shocked that Thomas would do that. She pulled the knife out and said, "Surely you knew that wouldn't kill me".
"Yes, but I was hoping it'd make it feel better", he spat.
"What happened to always together, never apart?" she asked him.
"That was before you tried to kill the love of my lift", he told her.
Lucille threw the knife to the ground as Thomas left the living room and retreated to Darcy's bedroom.
Darcy woke up the next morning and noticed that something or someone had covered her up with a blanket. Her laptop was sitting on the bedside table with her papers on top.
The tea tray was gone from the foot of the bed.
She sat up and threw the blanket off of her. She decided to explore the clay mines today. She grabbed a flashlight and her book and made her way to the landing where the elevator sat. She didn't trust the old rusty elevator, but it was the only way to get down there. She stepped inside and an invisible hand shut the door for her and started to up. "Thank you", she said to the open air. She waited for the day when she would get a reply.
The elevator stopped and she stepped out.
Even in the heat of the English summer, the mines were freezing.
She opened her book and read.
"Towards the back of the mines, I saw Alan leaning up against one of the vats. He was bleeding from the stomach, but thankfully he was alive". – Edith Cushing
Darcy made her way to the very back vat.
On the floor was a small black patch.
She guessed this is where Edith had found Alan and had her final showdown with Lucille.
The clay in the vats had frozen solid due to the cold and time.
She knew there had to be skeletons buried in it, just waiting to be unearthed and properly buried. "You shouldn't be down here", she heard a voice whisper.
It sounded like a female.
Taking the voice's warning, she left the mines.
That night when she settled down to the sleep, she looked around the room and said, "Goodnight, whoever you are".
Just before drifting off, Darcy swore she heard a male voice say, "Goodnight Darcy".
As Thomas sat there and watched Darcy sleep, Lucille appeared in the doorway, but didn't enter the bedroom.
"You can't watch over her forever", Lucille told him, "You can play the hero all you want, Thomas. But we both know you're a killer. What do you think she'll do once she finds out?"
Thomas simply ignored her, but was pretty sure Darcy already knew.