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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45. Georgie mills

Running down the long  corridoor, a creeking noise became heard. I realised that it was  the door that I had opened ajar before. Before I knew it, again it  started to open some more; the hard, wooden floorbords creeking under the weight of this  mysterious being. I felt a pair of nasty eyes of a criminal on the back of my baggy jumper. At this point I was at the turning before the  main stairs. Stopping to look behind , I turned , to see if  I could see the owner of the bitter voice was visible from the darkness  of that end of the  corridoor.

"Georgie Mills will die tonight"

I sighed, who was Georgie Mills? Was she a member of the village? Why would Georgie Mills die? Did she have something to tell me? Perhaps there was a reason, there must be a reason.

While I was thinking on this, as in this 'Georgie Mills' I had reached the stairs. Jumping down every two or so carpeted steps.

Father and Declan weren't there, loud joking  voices sounded from the room  to the left of the stairs. I stood there for a while, uncertain for what to do next. A woman was standing beside me ; this was  not to my knolage, she was staring into the distance.

"What's wrong, love?" She questioned, in her broad northern accent.

"Do you know who Georgie mills is?" I said in English, perplexed.

"Yes of course, why? Whats wro.."

I turned towards her, interupting the house maid mid sentence. All I needed to know was that she knows this Georgie Mills.

"I heard a mans voice, minutes ago. This man isn't in the living world, basicially it's the man who I saw earlier. The man who my father invited for a bed, lunch and dinner until he found a place of his own. He is not normal; he is the devil himself. I was drawn to Declans room by a similar voice that I heard this morning , but the voice of  my beloved father distraced me. All I know is that the voice told me that Georgie Mills will die tonight, and I don't know what to do."

I burst into tears, this poor Georgie would die because of me, because I was here, because this nasty being did not want me to know something. She pulled me into a hug, letting me cry as much as I needed to.

The house maid was slightly taller than me. She seemed, perhaps only twenty years old- tall, slim, olive coulered skin,  long black hair that was pulled back into a bun.

Promptly, father, Connor and Declan was standing there, gobsmacked. I didn't know how long that they had stood there, but I had a feeling that they heard my little speech about the mans voice.

"Mila, come here." Connors voice seemed concerned.

I gently wiggled out of the hug the house-maid gave me, walking over with tears still flooding out of my eyes . Slowly, he came down to my height, his long arms wrapping around me.

"Don't worry, lets go for dinner."

He said this after a few minutes, letting me leave a large circular water stain on his blue shirt. I nodded, following behind him. When the three of them had entered the dining room, I stood there, turning quickly towards the house maid.

"Meet me in my room, the master bedroom at 10 pm, I've got something to show you." I said politely, smiling.

"Ok, see you then." She replied, in the same polite tone that I had used before.

"And thank-you." I called.

"That's ok." She called back.

Smiling, I turned towards the dining room . I slowly walked forwards, feeling more faint per second. Weakly, I tried to open the dining room door, failing extravently, the door slamming each time I tried to open it.

Soon, father came and opened the door for me. I entered, looking around in awe, staring at the magnificant medieval wall  decorations the dining room kept.

 

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