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?


25. New home

I tapped my nails to a beat which I just made up, humming along with it also. I was nervous, my eyes sweating ever so slightly. Getting bored with my repetitive tune ; I decided to run the tips of my fingers over the drizzleing tear drops of rain.

A sharp bend of the road stopped me from trailing the tips of my fingers over the raindrops coming from the outside. The force of this bend pushed me on top of the luggage which slid ever so slightly, under my weight, which wasn't much as I was tall and very skinny. I moaned rather silently.

We pulled up to the gate, towering over our tiny BMW convertable. Two men stood at either side, uniform and hair drenched with water. A blonde young man who stood nearest approached our car. Quite slowly at first, but quickening when my father became impatient. The blonde man paused at the window, waiting for my father to unwind the window. My dad realised this and he unwinded the window quickly, the handle was rather stiff as the car was nearly as old as my dad.

"May I help you Sir?" The young man said politely.

"I am the new owner of this marvelous house." Dad replied.

They exchanched words for a few more minutes when I realised the other man was talking to another being. I could see a hand from this being, rather pale with red blotches scattered all over. The voice was deep and seemed angry, the man who stood at the gate seemed scared and threatened from the being. My step-mum, dad and the other man kept on giving concerned glances at thee pair.

"Who is it?" My father questioned.

"Well, he is the cousin of the dead owner of the house. He took over till yesterday, when the head of house asked him to leave because you where arriving today. He believs that the house belongs to him."

"Oh, would it be ok if we invited him to dinner and gave him a bed for tonight, or until he finds another pkace of his own?" My dad seemed really concerned.

"If you wish Sir, of course." His northern accent seemed sarcastic and annoyed.

He quickly walked over to the argueing pair telling the red, blotchly man that he has been offered dinner and a bed till he finds a place of his own. It seems as if he accepts as he smiles at my parents.



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