Chapter Two
Not five minutes after Lucy had fallen asleep, her eyes snapped back open. She sat up and grabbed her cane. She walked straight towards the mirror, hoping what she heard was in her head, and tried to hear the faint melody that played in her dream. To her dismay, it was there, but her instincts kicked in. She had to find the music. She hobbled to Danielle's bed.
"Danny, Danny, Danny!" Danielle woke up with a start. "Good you are awake," Lucy smiled with her innocent smile. Danielle groaned and turned to face Lucy, "Lucy what do you want? It is 11:30 at night. What is going on?"
"I heard music playing."
"It is an Opera House, Lucy. Someone is probably fiddling around with a violin."
"It was a organ, and…and…"
"Well, spit it out Lucy!"
"It was coming from the mirror." Danielle froze hearing that. But the next moment, she sprung out of bed and shook Annabelle.
"Why are you waking me at this ungodly hour? I had just fallen asleep."
"Looks like someone else knows the "tunnels." Time to wake Charlie."
The three girls slowly crept down the hall towards the Buquet's room. They tiptoed in, so not to wake Charlie's uncle, Joseph. Luckily, Charlie's bed was closest to the door. The girls looked to Annabelle as they positioned themselves. She nodded and the three girls pushed Charlie out of bed. He hit the floor with a thud, muffled by the array of blankets and sheets that followed him. His uncle kept snoring peacefully.
"WHAT IN GOD'S NAME DO YOU WANT?" Charlie shouted in a whispered tone so his uncle would not wake. He would always laugh at Charlie fat the fact that his closest friends are girls.
"Are you up for a little late night exploring?" Danielle asked. A mischievous grin started to grow on her face. Charlie shuffled around the bed to face the girls. He stared at them frowning. As usual, he gave in and stumbled to his dresser. He grabbed a pair of trousers and ran to the bathroom. At the sound of the door closing his uncle began to twitch. The three girls ducked behind the bed and waited until they heard the gentle snoring.
Charlie scrambled out with a lantern and the four children hurried out of the room and went back to the mirror. Lucy leaned against it and listened. It was a different song but the way it was played was the same: delicate yet strong. Her friends always puzzled over the fact that Lucy could tell who was performing by how her or she was performing. She explained to them that the way a person performed a piece was original to them. Lucy examined the side of the mirror and found the secret switch. She pulled it and the four children, with all their might, shoved the mirror aside.