Chapter 9

Greenville

Camella opened the door to the room she had been staying in for a week now. Greenville seemed to be a great place to live. The town was very clean, new, and the people were just as nice. She hadn't got out much, for she had been sleeping.

She met Dolores, who owned the Safe House, and she met her best friend, Sister. Her name was Sister, which was something that Camella hadn't heard before. She was a nice woman. Camella walked to the window in her bedroom and looked out into the bay. She saw the water crashing onto the rocks in the distance. She then walked towards the door and opened it. She smelled ham being cooked downstairs, it was indeed breakfast time.

Dolores was about seventy nine years old, and she was very nice. But there was something about her that was a bit odd. 'You can stay here as long as you want, just must help with chores, and the cleaning of the clothes. Along side of the House, I also work as the laundry cleaner. People drop off their clothes, and we clean it. Sister helps most days, but sometimes its mostly myself and Boo. Boo is kin, my sister's daughter. She is quiet, never talks, but she is very smart. She does a lot of the laundry before I get around to it. You can help her, and make the day just that much shorter. She will show you. Now don't go wandering about the town, not just yet. I will get you a Greenville residential form. It's a system King Jacob came up with, to keep track of the citizens of the town. You can be taken to the cells if you are spotted, so stay clear.'

"Good day Dolores." Camella said, walking down the stone steps. Dolores smiled and set a plate on the wooden table. The plate had ham on it, and eggs on the side that have been wiped and scrambled. "That looks wonderful."

"Thought you might like a nice breakfast. Johnny at the Stone gave me a few slices of ham, so I just narrowed them out a little." Dolores said, "Take a seat, and eat up sweet child." Dolores even pulled out the chair for Camella. She walked down and took a seat, she immediately started to eat. It was so good, and everything seemed to melt in her mouth with amazing taste.

"So child, are you ready to tell me what happened to you?" Dolores said, taking a sip of her hot drink. Camella stopped chewing and turned away a little.

"It may sound crazy."

"Try me. I told you I would believe you child."

"It's just, its so weird. So fantastic, strange."

"Look Camella, I have been through a lot in my life time, I am one of the oldest women who ever lived. I am seventy nine years old. I think I saw enough in my lifetime to make your story sound like nothing." Dolores then looked at Camella's face turn red.

"I was…." As she began, her face changed expressions, she then busted into tears, "…raped." She said. "By a monster." She said and couldn't believe she had said that. It sounded so crazy.

"A monster?" Dolores repeated, confused.

"Yes. A beast! It was half human, half beast." Camella said.

"It was huge, and its…thing, was like ice. It cut me on the inside." Camella said, moving her hand slowly towards her private area, she felt the pain again down there.

"And you escaped?"

"Yes, I ran, and I ran! It chased me." She told Dolores about the guys, and how it possessed one of them and came to get her. She escaped, and ran again, she ran for hours, but ended up in Greenville. Greenville, a town that was a voyage away.

"I just can't believe you walks all the way to Greenville, in a day…that's not possible. It would take at least a month, or two even…" Dolores said.

"That's what I said." Camella said.

"It sounds very strange."

"It's not that bad, I seen worse. It's strange, but I saw stranger…" Camella said. "I haven't even told you about the furniture in the castle." Camella began.

"What about the furniture?" Dolores asked, she was curious. She wasn't quite believing everything at the moment. It was very odd.

"It was, alive. The furniture was possessed."

Dolores sat there, in her chair, quietly and she just looked at Camella. She then turned away for a second. "Camella, I want to believe you." Dolores said, she then lifted her hand to her mouth. She covered her mouth.

Camella got up and walked upstairs, Dolores watched her, she then saw Camella walking down the stairs again, holding the enchanted mirror in her hand. "Look." Camella said, and showed her the mirror. Dolores looked in and only saw her reflection.

"What am I supposed to be seeing?" Dolores asked, and looked at Camella who was standing over her shoulder.

"Don't you see the Castle?" Camella asked. Dolores looked in the mirror and didn't see anything. She looked at Camella again and smiled.

"Yes." Dolores said, lying.

"Really?" Camella asked.

"Yes. Now you go upstairs and get ready." Dolores smiled and stood up. She walked towards the sink and put Camella's plate in there. She watched Camella walk upstairs. Dolores then walked back to the table and looked into the mirror. She then saw something in it. She saw an eye, looking back at her. Dolores let out a scream.

"What?" Camella asked running down the stairs.

"An eye!" She screamed.

"What?" Camella ran up to the mirror and grabbed it. She looked in and saw the eye as well. She than lifted the mirror and turned it over.

"You were right." Dolores began.

"Yes." Camella said, "I told you the truth."

"This is so bizarre. I never…in my life I never…" Dolores then closed her mouth. "I was afraid that you were crazy, but this Is real." Dolores said, "Is he after you?" Dolores asked.

"I don't know." Camella began. "I hope not."

"Are you going to stay here?" Dolores asked.

"I…yes." Camella said.

"Good, I won't let this thing get you."

"Thank you Dolores." Camella said than hugged her. Dolores smiled at the girl and then told her to get ready for work. Dolores grabbed the mirror and looked in it again, the eye was gone. She put the mirror into a cabinet and closed it.