We have set a date for our wedding. I always wanted a winter wonderland wedding and Erik could never refuse me anything.
Except when it concerns that peculiar room.
I told myself I've been acting foolishly for this childish need to know everything, but I cannot help but wonder what my future husband was hiding from me.
I would remain awake at night, pondering the room's mysteries. It has become a horrible nuisance that I dreamed of horrors that could be behind its ebony confines.
What if Erik kept another woman in there?
The thought of my love cheating depressed me. He knows of my love and devotion to him, but would that prevent him from having a mistress?
What if Erik kept bodies hidden?
Erik did break down and confessed his crimes to me. I made him promise me he would never kill again for my forgiveness and love. He gave me his word and I believed him. Could it be he didn't and his victims were inside? Those poor souls and families! What if a husband, father, or even dare I say, a mother was missing?
This has kept me up inventing despairing searches for those loved ones and never knowing they were underneath the world.
My obsession for the forbidden room was growing out of hand. Why could I not accept my orders to stay away? It will certainly stop this nonsense. Yet a part of me wants to know the room. After all, what could be so dangerous about it?
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It has grown late and Erik has long been in bed. Knowing this might be my only chance I decided to make my move.
I crept from my room with a poorly lit candle and discreetly sauntered past his room, the music room, and the library to at last approach that evil door.
I stood silently, staring at it for minutes… or was it hours? I lost the track of time since I lived here.
The source of my restless nights was a fascinating object.
The paneling was a deep black, the color of midnight. It was unlike any shade of black I ever saw. And the handle… a gleaming silver studded knob, the only star in this night sky.
I reached out to finger the doorknob, surprised to find it a chilly touch. It was worse than Erik's hand when he led me here!
I gripped it then and just as I was about to pull it open, a loud bang caused me to jump back.
Frightened, I ran into the safety of my room, closing and locking the door. Then in my terror-stricken mind I thought the noise had woken Erik. If he were to know what I done…
I pressed my ear into the door and listened.
All was still and quiet moments before I left. I relaxed knowing Erik wasn't awake and my secret was safe.
I blew out my candle and crawled under the covers. That was too close for comfort, but now I was more determined than ever. There definitely was something in there I had discovered.
And I will find out what Erik's secret was. Mark my words I will seek out the truth in this man before we marry. I will not be kept in the dark any more.
TBC…