4. mrs Skadal starts getting fishy
We finally reached her old, crooked door step. I wanted to go back. Its strange to think that I'd always had wanted to leave and now I only wanted to return.
She saw me looking, staring at her large door knocker . I winced as I realised what I saw..
It was a vivid image of a child, a slave of some kind being punished. The slave's pale thin face grimaced as he took a dreadful punishment . His face could only be described as contorted with pain.
"Beautiful isn't it' she said, after having seen me staring at it.
'Yes' I said no longer certain I should be there.
'I need to go to the bathroom if that's ok.' After some time I prompted her, 'Um, where is it?'
Still distant as if in a deep, uninterrupted thought she replied down the hall to the right...
I almost ran there feeling her penetrating jet blue eyes follow me as I went.