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?


19. Brutal accident

I just cried and cried.  There was no other reaction , with the pain I faced. Dad just kept on hugging me. Maybe he was starting to realise what he had just done, it dosn't have to  be realised by him of course. Dosn't have to be a impact, he never had his mother...

She died in a brutal accident. Murder they said, it was unusual they said. Bite marks, horse bite marks. On her head she had horse shoe marks. The strange thin was no one had any horses in the area, if they had it was in a secure stable 68 miles away. At the time, the police allways used to watch the stables in fear of a huge dog that killed many people and horses.

Just then there was some murmering outside the door. One of which was my mother, and a man? He's voice was deep and velvet like chocolate, I suppose. I gasped.

"Who is it?" I quesrioned, whispering into dads rough ear.

"I don't know," he replied pushing my tiny body away. " Just go to bed! quickly."

I gulped. Stood up and ran to the bunkbed. The softness of the matress wrapped me up, kept me warm, kept me safe. I pulled the blanket over my eyes, leaving me to hear the sound of the sky-blue waves hit against the large ship.

"I'm back!" Called my step-mum.

He voice rang through the cabin. There was some murmering coming from the next room. SLAP. Mum must of hit dad, he must have asked her who the man was.

Through the window behind me. I had the strange feeling that there was someone watching me, staring at me. A little knock sounded at my window. I didn't know what to do, if I should turn over and see the person who was probabally crouching at the window, staring at me. A repeted knock sounded. Another hit and a large body hit the floor.

"Serves you right, you little manipulative man. Why did I put up with you having a affair? Why?" Step-mum shouted at the top of her voice.

Poor dad I thought. I turned over, the blanket still covering my eyes. I carefully pulled down the blanket, looking at the window. Someone was kneeling there.... A ghost like figure was standing there.

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