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"What's going on with the twins?" Jost asked.
Bill and Tom were in bed already.
Georg looked up from the email he was reading and shrugged.
"Ether they are having an elicit sexual experimentation period where they are still not sure about each other or they are being weird." Georg said.
Gustav sat up and looked at him in shock.
"Ether or man," Georg said.
Jost sighed. "So it's not just me, and they have been acting weird?" Jost asked, worried for the two's mental health.
"Nope, their acting odd." Gustav said.
"Hmm…Maybe I should talk to them." Jost said.
Georg let out a laugh "HA! Like that will work! They'll just say you're calling them mad and gang up on you!"
Jost rolled his eyes, He had a point….
This was going to have to be handed carefully.
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"Just come on!" Georg said as he towed Bill up the attic stairs.
"I don't wanna!" Tom wined as Gustav pulled him too.
"Come on you whine babies, we haven't been up here." Georg said as he climbed the last stair.
"That's cause it's creepy as hell." Tom and Bill said at the same time.
Gustav just rolled his eyes as they pulled them up to an old, rickety door.
It was a warn brown door that looked like something you would find on the movie Cinderella.
When the door was cracked open the smell of dust and dampness hit their noses.
But when they walked into the room their breath caught in their throats.
It was like they had stepped into a time warp.
In the corner, on either side of a dusty, grimy window were two beds, one made up pristinely, the other one messed up and lived in.
Book shelves lined the walls and were packed with as many books as they could fit.
Gustav let out a low whistle as he walked around the room.
"What do you thinks in the trunk?" Georg asked as he walked over to a large wooden trunk to the left of a dusty vanity.
Tom walked over with an air of reverence and looked at the table.
Little bottles of perfume were scattered around, bottles of lipstick in metal casings, powders long since dried out.
Tom picked up the small hair brush and wiped the dust off it.
It took a bit of buffing but he finely was able to see the silvery pattern.
He turned it over and saw a dull red hair in it.
Smiling slightly he held it up to the light that was coming in through the dusty window.
Who ever it belonged to was surly well loved in her life time, probably had children, grandchildren even, long gone by now.
Bill was looking around the room.
There was an air of comfort in the room.
An air of happiness, of secrets, and silence, but also that sort of feeling that Bill could only get when he was around Tom.
It scared him half to death.
"One, Two, THREE!" With a great heave Georg and Gustav were able to wrench open the lid to the huge Cedar chest with the carvings of hummingbirds on the lid.
The Hummingbirds seemed to be all over the house, door steps in the front yard, above the fireplace in the kitchen, down on the baseboards in the living room, the staff had been having great fun finding all the tiny little birds all over the house.
There was a horrid racket as the lid was pried open and then a massive amount of dust came poring out of it.
Georg and Gustav started hacking as the dust hit their faces.
Bill just walked over to the messier bed.
He could even see, even though it was faint, the soft indentation where a head had lain.
He looked out the window to see the large, overgrown garden.
"MORE BOOKS!" Georg cussed.
Gustav picked up one of the dusty books.
"Know what I've noticed?" He asked.
"Huh?" Georg asked as he pulled out two china dolls.
"None of these books were published after 1947." He said.
"What do you mean?"
"They are all old, not one from the 50's." He said.
"Only you would notice that." Georg said as he pulled out what looked like a sketch pad.
"Be careful with that!" Tom barked.
"Whoa dude! What's gotten in your ass?" Georg asked with a laugh. "Dust bunnies?"
Tom just rolled his eyes as Bill looked out at the dead garden.
Dark clouds were starting to form over the house.
"Who ever this was, was one hell of an artist." Georg said as he flipped through the pages of the book carefully, they were warn and weathered, but you could still see the pencil and charcoal drawings of trees and elves and little dancing children. Their were lots of a man with a soft, warn face, and one of a girl with laughing eyes and long hair, freckles splattered all over her face.
Georg put the book down as he looked some more in the trunk.
"I've got records. Bing Crosby," Georg read as he flipped through them, Dick Haymes, Johnny Mercer…"
"Ooh! The Andrews sisters! How, hard core!" He laughed.
"You don't even know who they are." Gustav rolled his eyes as Bill started to sing: "Hey Johnny hey Johnny." Under his breath.
All at once the room got deathly cold as Bill felt a hand sneaking up his arm,
Tom stood stalk still when he felt something or someone standing behind him.
"You're in our room." A thick, raspy voice said.
Bill said nothing; he was still trying to process the information.
"Get out!" the voice all but screamed in Bill's ear as he felt coldness run down his spine.
With out another word Bill and Tom fled the room.
"What was that all about?" Gustav asked as he and Georg left the books and dolls on the floor as they walked out of the bedroom.
They found Bill and Tom racing down the steps, "What's wrong with you two?" The G's asked as they walked up.
"Never go in there again." Bill said as he spun around.
"What?" Georg asked "Why?"
"NEVER GO IN THERE AGAIN!" Bill said as he shoved Georg up against the wall.
Needless to say The G's were shocked.
Bill never showed this sort of violence.
"Do you understand me? That's not our stuff!" Bill said as he clenched Georg's shirt in his hands, his face mere inches away from Georg's.
"Yeah. Whatever man." Georg said.
"What's going on?" Came Jost's harsh call.
The boys looked down at the bottom of the stairs to see Jost and Pat Benzner standing there looking quite shocked at the sight of Bill being as hostel as he was, Gustav looking shocked, Tom looking like he wanted to cry, and Georg with a hand at his neck.
"Nothing." Bill let go and ran down the stairs with Tom.
"Okay, they've gone mad." Gustav said.
"You're telling me! You'd think they saw a demon!"
"Well you never know with Bill and Tom." Gustav said as he walked down the stairs past Dave and Pat and into the kitchen to get a cold beer. God did he need one.