I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed my first chapter. Thank you so much! Well, here's the long awaited chapter two!
Chapter Two
Thunder and lightening cackled in the dark night sky, which was the color of black and purple. A small group of people stood in the backyard of a mansion, gathered in sorrow and pain. A priest, old and withering, read from the Bible. A butler, withering also, held a candle to supply the light. His eyes stared out a young woman, her blonde hair tied up in a black ribbon as she played music on a piano to lament her cousin's death.
A mother sat in her chair, stressed from her son's death and the awaiting pregnancy of another child. Her mother, a grandmother known as Nana, stood next to her and patted her on the shoulder. More relatives stood by, staring sadly at the small coffin.
Not too far from it, a father stood with his arm around his son, looking down at the only remainder of a set of two beautiful boys that was left. The boy, sweet little Henry, was trying to ride the imagine of Orville, pale white and dead, from his very head.
The priest finished his ceremony, and the coffing was lifted into then ground. Dirt began to be thrown ontop of the coffin, slowly concealing the body within.
Little Henry, overcome with too much grief, gave forth a cry and collapsed.
"You stay here and rest," Neville whispered to his son. Henry nodded from his bed. "I know it's hard on you, because I have heard about the bonds of twins. I just want you to know that if you ever need anything, I'll be here for you."
Henry smiled. His father hugged him and then left to go and join the relatives downstairs.
Henry rose from his bed. He climbed down the ladder and jumped into Orville's bed. No one had touched it since his brother's body had been discovered there the other day. Henry hugged his brother's pillow close to him. He wished Orville wasn't dead. He wished, but he knew that wishing wouldn't work.
Suddenly, sleep overtook his tired and worn body, and Henry allowed himself to rest.
Meanwhile, a ghostly figure appeared in the window. It was small, with white blonde hair and pale blue eyes. It smiled sadly down at the little boy in the bed, and it floated near him.
"Soon, Henry," it whispered.
"Soon."
Lydia lay in her bed, resting. Any day now she was due to give birth to her baby. Next to her was Nana, busy sewing away and trying not to act like she was bothered by the sudden death of her grandson.
"Mother, I am suffering from unbelievable stress," Lydia whispered. "My one son has died, and yet I'm due to expect another child. I do not know how much longer my weakening body will be able to take this."
"You'd be better off if you hadn't moved," Nana stated. "Your husband made a stupid mistake. I warned you about marrying him."
Lydia scoffed lightly. Her bedroom door opened, and Sue Pea, one of Neville's nieces, slipped in with a cup of tea.
"This is for you, Aunt Lydia," Sue Pea said, handing her aunt the tea.
Lydia sipped it and then asked, "Sue Pea, please fetch your cousin Henry for me."
Sue Pea nodded and left the room.
After not locating her younger cousin in his bedroom, Sue Pea went to check on the first floor. Frankly, she was very fond of her cousin's new home. It was dark and desolate; really very creepy.
While thinking, Sue Pea tripped over something lying on the rug. She got up and looked at the floor. Sue Pea screamed loudly at the sight she saw. Attracted to the screams, Shivers appeared next to her.
The butler closed his eyes and sighed gravely. He leaned down and turned the body over.
Henry, green eyes wide and lifeless, was the body on the floor.
