Mirrors

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?

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I stood there , silently. Waiting for something to happen , as if I was expecting something from behind me to scare the last bit of dignity out of me. I started to breathe , in and out , in and out. Soon, my breathing became heavy and , yes ,  beacause of this I was begining to scare the living daylights out of myself. I closed my eyes , to see if this would keep my breathing under controll. At first, closing my eyes made the deep breathing go worse so they flickered open a few times before I felt that I  was confident that there was not anyone in the room except for me and  my teddy's.

Eventually , When I felt relaxed enough to carry on with my day , I turned to examine my new room. The first thought that entered my head as I looked from left to right , was 'Exquizete'. I smiled , it was perfect , just as I would want my room to be. Elegant yet current with the style in which this room held.

The light flooded in through the window - seat , as if it was a river escaping , rushing over miles and miles of beautifull  hill - covered countryside. I eargerly took a few steps forward , to see the view that this window - seat held. The view was similar to the window - seat before except it was over the court yard , in which only a hour or so priviously my parents and I had entered.  The base of it was made from oak , the seated  area was covered with a soft , silk like material. The pillows that were laid at ever corner was made from the same material.

My bed  is infact a queen -  sized bed. Very large, I know, but I did have quite a large room before, but this one was about double the size. The blanket over the top was made from  different types of old material my real mother had left over from he frequent hobby of sewing, that she didn't use up. On it she wrote the familly motto : "Only the brave , fight. They fight for freedom and respect."

This motto , from what I understand , was my fathers familly motto. As our familly are jewish and have been for many generations , we (not just us but many other Jewish community's) have recently been protesting against the government because the Jewish community are not being paid as much as the catholics or protestants.

Near my bed , a old dressing table stood,  which I guessed belonged to my beloved  aunt. Two small note - books were laying on there both decorated with old flowery wrapping paper , a larger one sitting on the bottom , while the smaller laid on the top. I picked up the smaller one and inside it read , in neat swirling hand writing : This diary belongs to Alexanda  Anne Marie Rosemarie Illaina Imogen  Jennings

 

 

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