We found ourselves walking down the hill from the mansion. The clouds
were very dark, and menacing. Felecia and I walked down the hill with an
uneasy felling.
"You remember where the Library was Pete?" asked Felecia.
"Yeah." I said. "I remember seeing it on the way here." As we walked down the hill Felecia had that wondrous look in her eyes. I had to say something.
"What now?"
"Do you think that Dr. Paulen will be that much of help?"
"Why are you asking me? I hardly know the guy
We were now in the town. We walked down the dirty roads where the clouds were a bit lighter but gave no greater comfort. We found the library at the corner. It had a dark gothic sense to it, just like the mansion. Almost like the whole town. The steps were long and hard. The steps we took in seconds turned to hours. It seemed like the library didn't want us getting in. It was trying to keep us out.
After the awful steps we made to the front doors. When we walked in, a cool blast of air conditioning welcomed us without words, but to our surprise the people weren't as comforting. They just stared at us blankly. They wouldn't stop looking at us.
Felecia unwittingly waved at them. They just kept staring at us. Slowly we walked forward. Finally they went back to their lives. Whatever we did to make them stare at us were sorry.
"What the hell just happened?" asked Felecia
"How should I know. This town is full of freaks." We started to wander around aimlessly for the historical section. The seconds turned to minutes. The minutes turned to hours. The library was acting as if it didn't want us to find something. Something it didn't want us dabbling in.
After what seemed like hours of looking, we found the historical section. At the desk in the front of the room was a very stern woman. She sat at her computer with her glasses firmly set. We walked up to her desk. It seemed like she ignored us.
"Ahem!" said Felecia. The woman turned around.
"Oh," she said. "I'm sorry about that. How may I help you two young children like yourselves."
"Well," I said. "We're looking for a certain local history section. Mid...1960's I think."
"What subject."
"Gracey Manor"
At that moment she sat frozen with fear and shock at us. She had her eyes open widely with fear. I didn't think of anything else to say.
"If you don't have anything on that subject, that's fine." I said. "We're not in any rush."
"No!" she said. "Go! GO AWAY!" she was starting to scare us big time. Felecia slowly piped up.
"Look, its okay." The woman was getting more violent. She clenched her teeth as she breathed.
"GET OUT! YOU'RE NOT WELCOME HERE! GO AWAY! GO! GO! GO!" Before she became more hostile we ran outside the building with a tremendous speed not looking behind us. We busted through the door as it slowly shut behind us. We stopped on the corner of the road.
"What shark swam out of the water and bit her lazy ass out of the ground?" I whispered to Felecia.
"Like you said Pete: This town is full of Freaks."
"No offense but that's not going to do us any good."
"Well it's true!"
Felecia was right. This town was full of freaks. First the ride, Kyle's abduction, and now shunned out of a public library. I didn't know what to expect now.
"Lets just go home," said Felecia "It's almost near Dinner."
"Okay."
We were walking up the hill near the mansion. Though to my surprise, there were a few cars that I never saw there before. A sleek black Buick was pulled up, along with a Green Volxwagon new beetle, and an old looking car I couldn't identify. As I scanned the gate, the Help wanted sign was gone. Then it hit me. We had butlers.
"Felecia!" I said, "We got our butlers!"
"Really?" she asked "Finally I get someone else to do my housework! Long live independence!" We stood as we heard a faint rumbling in the distance. Then the clouds were even darker, and then they flashed with insanity upon them. The sound of soft dropping hit the stone driveway as we moved up. Then Water sprayed from the clouds with fury!
"PETE! HURRY!" Felecia screamed. The storm was getting stronger. We ran to the gates as we pulled them back with their usually dead squeak. We ran into the covered walkway. It was there that we stopped to catch our breath as the abyssal waterfall bounced off the hard fabric covering.
We swung the doors open as we made our way into the foyer. Felecia behind me slung the door closed. I stood and wiped the rain from my face and hair. Felecia threw her face sideways and shook the water loose, instead the water smacked me.
"Man! Watch IT!" I yelled.
"Sorry." Said Felecia laughing with her sly smirk.
"Tee HEE!" I said.
I found myself entering the ballroom. Dad sat there and greeted us. "Ah Pete, Felecia! You're just in time to meet our new butlers and maids." He led me to the first pair. "Pete, Felecia, Meet Mr. Lexingham, and his brother Carlos."
I saw them...and I sent a shiver down my spine. Carlos was the first one I saw. His hair was slightly messed up on one side with a large nose. His origin seemed Colombian in a way, and his eyes just seemed like 2 deep black holes. But his brother was the one that sent me the chill.
He stood tall as he faced me. His hair was neatly done with his hair slipped back. He seemed Spanish but with lighter skin. His eyes glazed at me. His eyes were a foreboding glow of green. His smile was a one such that would shame a clown. His teeth where radiant with white. But eyes were the most terrifying part of him. I saw the madness in his green eyes. Glaring at me, and staring. Green eyes...The Red Eyes I saw. Glaring, Glowing, and showing no mercy.
"H-how do you do Mr. Lexingham, Carlos." Lexingham firmly shook my hand.
"Pleasure to meet you young man." His voice was even colder, and darker than on the phone. He was a snake with his voice. An echoing silence after every word he spoke.
Next was a blonde haired woman who's hair was frizzy ball of yarn that stuck out in all places, and seemed like it just exploded from a bomb. She wore blue eyeliner, and light make-up, that made her look as white as a ghost. She was not as disturbing as Lexingham, but something gave me an uneasy feeling.
"This is Bridgett." My father said. I went to Bridget and shook her hand. She looked at me with great curiosity.
"Hello, " She gave a smile...and I actually wasn't scared. I felt comfortable around her, without alarm, which to me seemed odd. I never felt like that before unless I was around mom. Then I was to meet the final new help to our mansion, and he was quite a surprise.
He looked in a different way, psychotic. Not like Lexingham, it was more like a frantic, Batman Joker insanity. His eyes were wide open with a bright glow in them. He seemed nice, almost like a clown. Dad took me up to him. "And, this is uh...Maynard." Maynard bowed down toward.
"Pleasure to meet you young man." I smiled back and said hi. Despite the uneasiness that the few gave me, it felt good to feel how I felt. It felt good to not feel alone. Only if there were only 5 keepers of the mansion I knew.
"You remember where the Library was Pete?" asked Felecia.
"Yeah." I said. "I remember seeing it on the way here." As we walked down the hill Felecia had that wondrous look in her eyes. I had to say something.
"What now?"
"Do you think that Dr. Paulen will be that much of help?"
"Why are you asking me? I hardly know the guy
We were now in the town. We walked down the dirty roads where the clouds were a bit lighter but gave no greater comfort. We found the library at the corner. It had a dark gothic sense to it, just like the mansion. Almost like the whole town. The steps were long and hard. The steps we took in seconds turned to hours. It seemed like the library didn't want us getting in. It was trying to keep us out.
After the awful steps we made to the front doors. When we walked in, a cool blast of air conditioning welcomed us without words, but to our surprise the people weren't as comforting. They just stared at us blankly. They wouldn't stop looking at us.
Felecia unwittingly waved at them. They just kept staring at us. Slowly we walked forward. Finally they went back to their lives. Whatever we did to make them stare at us were sorry.
"What the hell just happened?" asked Felecia
"How should I know. This town is full of freaks." We started to wander around aimlessly for the historical section. The seconds turned to minutes. The minutes turned to hours. The library was acting as if it didn't want us to find something. Something it didn't want us dabbling in.
After what seemed like hours of looking, we found the historical section. At the desk in the front of the room was a very stern woman. She sat at her computer with her glasses firmly set. We walked up to her desk. It seemed like she ignored us.
"Ahem!" said Felecia. The woman turned around.
"Oh," she said. "I'm sorry about that. How may I help you two young children like yourselves."
"Well," I said. "We're looking for a certain local history section. Mid...1960's I think."
"What subject."
"Gracey Manor"
At that moment she sat frozen with fear and shock at us. She had her eyes open widely with fear. I didn't think of anything else to say.
"If you don't have anything on that subject, that's fine." I said. "We're not in any rush."
"No!" she said. "Go! GO AWAY!" she was starting to scare us big time. Felecia slowly piped up.
"Look, its okay." The woman was getting more violent. She clenched her teeth as she breathed.
"GET OUT! YOU'RE NOT WELCOME HERE! GO AWAY! GO! GO! GO!" Before she became more hostile we ran outside the building with a tremendous speed not looking behind us. We busted through the door as it slowly shut behind us. We stopped on the corner of the road.
"What shark swam out of the water and bit her lazy ass out of the ground?" I whispered to Felecia.
"Like you said Pete: This town is full of Freaks."
"No offense but that's not going to do us any good."
"Well it's true!"
Felecia was right. This town was full of freaks. First the ride, Kyle's abduction, and now shunned out of a public library. I didn't know what to expect now.
"Lets just go home," said Felecia "It's almost near Dinner."
"Okay."
We were walking up the hill near the mansion. Though to my surprise, there were a few cars that I never saw there before. A sleek black Buick was pulled up, along with a Green Volxwagon new beetle, and an old looking car I couldn't identify. As I scanned the gate, the Help wanted sign was gone. Then it hit me. We had butlers.
"Felecia!" I said, "We got our butlers!"
"Really?" she asked "Finally I get someone else to do my housework! Long live independence!" We stood as we heard a faint rumbling in the distance. Then the clouds were even darker, and then they flashed with insanity upon them. The sound of soft dropping hit the stone driveway as we moved up. Then Water sprayed from the clouds with fury!
"PETE! HURRY!" Felecia screamed. The storm was getting stronger. We ran to the gates as we pulled them back with their usually dead squeak. We ran into the covered walkway. It was there that we stopped to catch our breath as the abyssal waterfall bounced off the hard fabric covering.
We swung the doors open as we made our way into the foyer. Felecia behind me slung the door closed. I stood and wiped the rain from my face and hair. Felecia threw her face sideways and shook the water loose, instead the water smacked me.
"Man! Watch IT!" I yelled.
"Sorry." Said Felecia laughing with her sly smirk.
"Tee HEE!" I said.
I found myself entering the ballroom. Dad sat there and greeted us. "Ah Pete, Felecia! You're just in time to meet our new butlers and maids." He led me to the first pair. "Pete, Felecia, Meet Mr. Lexingham, and his brother Carlos."
I saw them...and I sent a shiver down my spine. Carlos was the first one I saw. His hair was slightly messed up on one side with a large nose. His origin seemed Colombian in a way, and his eyes just seemed like 2 deep black holes. But his brother was the one that sent me the chill.
He stood tall as he faced me. His hair was neatly done with his hair slipped back. He seemed Spanish but with lighter skin. His eyes glazed at me. His eyes were a foreboding glow of green. His smile was a one such that would shame a clown. His teeth where radiant with white. But eyes were the most terrifying part of him. I saw the madness in his green eyes. Glaring at me, and staring. Green eyes...The Red Eyes I saw. Glaring, Glowing, and showing no mercy.
"H-how do you do Mr. Lexingham, Carlos." Lexingham firmly shook my hand.
"Pleasure to meet you young man." His voice was even colder, and darker than on the phone. He was a snake with his voice. An echoing silence after every word he spoke.
Next was a blonde haired woman who's hair was frizzy ball of yarn that stuck out in all places, and seemed like it just exploded from a bomb. She wore blue eyeliner, and light make-up, that made her look as white as a ghost. She was not as disturbing as Lexingham, but something gave me an uneasy feeling.
"This is Bridgett." My father said. I went to Bridget and shook her hand. She looked at me with great curiosity.
"Hello, " She gave a smile...and I actually wasn't scared. I felt comfortable around her, without alarm, which to me seemed odd. I never felt like that before unless I was around mom. Then I was to meet the final new help to our mansion, and he was quite a surprise.
He looked in a different way, psychotic. Not like Lexingham, it was more like a frantic, Batman Joker insanity. His eyes were wide open with a bright glow in them. He seemed nice, almost like a clown. Dad took me up to him. "And, this is uh...Maynard." Maynard bowed down toward.
"Pleasure to meet you young man." I smiled back and said hi. Despite the uneasiness that the few gave me, it felt good to feel how I felt. It felt good to not feel alone. Only if there were only 5 keepers of the mansion I knew.