"Somehow things don't feel right," Ann said as she set the box aside and peered around at the dusty stairs and tables. "This place looks deserted, and mum and dad said they'd be here last week. I don't like this." Paige shivered as she slowly pulled her trunk in beside her. Indeed, the room was if it had not been touched. Old rags still covered the half packed boxes they hadn't taken and the dust had gathered into a thick forest upon the book bindings that rested on the shelf closest to her.
"But where could they have gone? They wouldn't have sent for us if they weren't going to be here."
"Paige, I think I'm getting scared now," Ann breathed, her eyes moving from one corner to the other. Suddenly, something dawned on both that seemed quite obvious now. Why is the hall lit down there? Look, right before the liberary. Ann leaned over and her gaze fell apon the candles that were lit, but most were almost out of oil.
"They've been lit for some time, and look..."she trailed off.
Paige noticed it now too, a window was cracked open, the screen was laying on the floor, almost hidden unless it was looked for. By now, Ann was shaking visibly, while Paige removed her wand from her robe, her hand quaking as she pointed it forward. Slowly, they followed the length of the hall, only find the door shut, and locked, the key slid into the hole.
"I don't like this. I don't like this, Ann, I don't," Paige muttered, each sentence growing more frantic. Ann reached out her hand and unlatched the lock, slowly allowing the door to open.
The liberary was aglow as the chanedlers let of their light. For the most part it looked deserted, although it was different from the rest of the house. The room seemed remarkable upkept; no dust settled on the books on the table, no shuffle from the chairs across the room that fit perfectly under each table. The fireplace showed that a fire had been lit here, but now nothing remained but ashes.
"But where could they have gone? They wouldn't have sent for us if they weren't going to be here."
"Paige, I think I'm getting scared now," Ann breathed, her eyes moving from one corner to the other. Suddenly, something dawned on both that seemed quite obvious now. Why is the hall lit down there? Look, right before the liberary. Ann leaned over and her gaze fell apon the candles that were lit, but most were almost out of oil.
"They've been lit for some time, and look..."she trailed off.
Paige noticed it now too, a window was cracked open, the screen was laying on the floor, almost hidden unless it was looked for. By now, Ann was shaking visibly, while Paige removed her wand from her robe, her hand quaking as she pointed it forward. Slowly, they followed the length of the hall, only find the door shut, and locked, the key slid into the hole.
"I don't like this. I don't like this, Ann, I don't," Paige muttered, each sentence growing more frantic. Ann reached out her hand and unlatched the lock, slowly allowing the door to open.
The liberary was aglow as the chanedlers let of their light. For the most part it looked deserted, although it was different from the rest of the house. The room seemed remarkable upkept; no dust settled on the books on the table, no shuffle from the chairs across the room that fit perfectly under each table. The fireplace showed that a fire had been lit here, but now nothing remained but ashes.