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?


23. We arrive (mansion)

The bright light of the sun surounded me, filling me with pleasure. The noise of the blacbirds called at each other with pure delight, flying above the opened up car. My step-mum sitting in the front holding the wireless; turning it up when the news section came up. I sunk back into my chair, taking the countryside all in. Large rose and blackberry bushes surrounded the bendy, small road. Every so often when there was a gap between the large, rather groomed bushes it would reveal bright green hills of the Yorkshire countryside. Scattered in these hills were hurds of sheep, sometime you would see a dog hurding them together probabally to bring them back into the warmth of there houses as such.

We turned a sharp bend in the country road, which took me by surprise. My step-mum said something to my dad which sounded like "Slow down you idiot you don't want Mila to die like her stupid mother!". She spat the words out like she meant it; she probabally did mean it. I looked down slightly guilty because I was nearly killed a matter of months ago. Dad looked at the mirror, with concerened eyes, before turning to my step-mother saying to her that she should be carefull what she was saying, because I was still as sensitive as ever. She went into onr of her moods in which she wouldn't talk to anyone. At least now I've got more of a chance of getting into the master bedroom. I looked back up at my dad and mouthed thank-you, in reply he nodded taking one hand off the wheel and placing it onto the end of his hat.

Anyway after a few minutes of silence between all of us, of course the wireless was still on very loud, we turned left on to a masive drive. The jasz music really did bounce off the countryside giving it a nice feel to it.

To my left overgrown bushes towered over me, blocking out the light ; to my right was exactly the same. I was looking in front but to my right I thought I heard a high-pitched laugh that was anything but pleasant.

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