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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Charlotte took my hand , shaking it violently inbetween hers. Emily seemed quite nervous as she stood over her sisters shoulder. I smiled at both of them , trying to be polite. Suddenly Charlottes warm and wellcoming smile dissapeared as if something was seriously wrong. Dropping my hand which now was freezing cold from her touch , she walked past me towards the window - seat ; she stood still and rigid. Her eyes moving from left to right , searching thouroughly through the afternoon sun. Emily seemed worried about her sister , she still held a angry yet paitent look.

We probabally stood in the same posistions for at least ten minutes before Emily braking the silence asking her if there was anything wrong. Charlotte stood there ,  face stern , not giving her sister acknolagement at all if she heard her. I walked a few paces forward , standing behind Charlotte , looking over her left shoulder , trying to find what she was searching for.

"Damn , where is the stupid thing!"She yelled.

Her tightend white hand slamming down onto the window seat. Although the sound made a soft thumping noise , the fact she did this made me flinch a tad.

"What's wrong ?" Emily questioned , looking and sounding seriously concerened.

"Nothing."

Charlotte replied bluntly , giving me and Emily a deep yet angry look that tore right through me.  She quickly turned back to the window.

"Ok." I muttered.

"Mila , Luncheon is ready!"

Connors voice rung through the corridoors , it must have been loud because the stairs were a few corridoors away.

"Coming."

I replied , knowing that I was not loud enough for him to hear me. I edged away from Charlotte , towards the door , heading for luncheon.

"Mila , be carefull."

That was Charlottes last sentence to me before they dissapeared in a blink of an eye. I rushed out of the door , heading towards the stairs and the main dining room.

 

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