It's 1964 and Mila has moved from the ukraine to England. She moves into an mansion, in the heart of the Dales, to be percific were the bronte sisters lived. The ghosts of anne, charlotte and Emily haunt the house. But the brother Branwell, is making it hard for her. He tells her on her first night that there will be a murder in the village of a woman named Geogie mills, will she see the culprit? and if she does, will the culprit do to her before she tells the police?


53. A hand full of un-answered questions

As I sighed, rather unhappily with this general situation (and yes, quite baffled indeed), I turned sharply on my heel ; leaving the once silent and cold room which belonged to Declan.

A number of things stood sharply in my mind; each one as sharp as nails. One was Declan's Welfare- was this an unrecognised epileptic fit? Was there any previous trauma that had possibly caused this fit? Or was it stress related? Maybe, if I bump into dad tonight, while I try to find that house-maid that I saw earlier, then I will tell him my concern. Or the doctor, when he comes because its beginning to become rather late- it's already going on for half -past nine.

Another thing that was bothering me was that strange man, that obviously accepted our dinner and a bed until he found a place but then, in a flash disappears without a single trace. What did he have to do with my new home? Was he a threat to my mother? Was that why she went back to the Ukraine to find her peace of mind? If she did, that ended in a complete shambles because of her death or to come to think of it, her murder.

As for my uncle, where on planet earth did he go? He was a part of a murder as well as a hit and run crime. Unless, he was the one that hit me on the head, giving me concussion. Through all of that, he and my dad had plenty of time to tidy things up and make it look like that I was the one who killed my mother?

What really baffles me is : who rung the hospital to tell them that there was a murder and as well, a attempted murder. Surely, there should be some hidden evidence that I wasn't the one that actually killed my mother? Sure, my DNA was on the pillowcase that killed her but could there be any other weapon that proves that I wasn't the killer? Maybe, one day I will go back to the Ukraine and actually prove that it wasn't me who killed my mother. One day...

My father could be a mass murderer; his father did try to kill hundreds of little school children, as well as the president about thirty odd years ago. Then he died in "unusual circumstances" a few years later after he was sentenced. His wife distraught angry, perhaps giving both of her sons a chance to kill? But why my mother, did she have anything to do with the president or the schoolchildren? Maybe she did, but was that any proper excuse to kill her? Was my father trying to repay for some kind of deal that was promised but not actually done?

My trail of thought was bombarded by the fact I had just bumped into someone at the foot of the stairs. Looking up, mumbling some kind of apology I saw my father. He was staring at me, his face red and shaking with pure anger. In his hand he was holding a massive butcher knife, glistening in the twinkling light of the glass chandelier that stood elegantly above us.

"No...Don't do this...Why?" Was the only words my trembling mouth could manage.

Pushing past me, my psychotic father headed up the stairs taking the left towards Declan's room, raging with pure fury as he did so.

"NO" I shouted at the top of my lungs, hoping Connor could hear.

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