The Lancaster

Chapter eighteen

The second morning, the door bell to the house dinged but no one answered, it dinged again but no one answered but the door was opened, so Patricia, Jane’s sister, just went in

“Hello, anyone home?” she called as she walked around in the living room, “Jane, kids, anyone?” she yelled and Jane came out of the room

“oh Jane” she rushed to hug her, “it’s been a while, and you look, you look, okay” she stammered as she looked at Jane, who was wearing a filthy dress and had blood stains all over her hands

“What happened to you?, you need a long bath and where is your husband?” she looked around

“He has gone to work, welcome, sit” Jane smiled as she pushed Patricia on the couch, “oh good lord” Patricia exclaimed

“Let me get you something to eat” Jane turned and Patricia stopped her, “I’m not hungry, I just came to see the kids, are they home?” she tilted to look at the staircase

“The kids went out they will be back soon, feel free to look around the house” Jane sat down

“I must say, this is a lovely house, the interiors are far beyond anything I’ve ever seen, aside its traumatic history, I see a future here” she chuckled

Patricia got up and began walking around the house and Jane followed her swiftly, “the passage is quiet wide, and the pillars are of gold, Fascinating!” she exclaimed as she touched the pillars and Jane kept observing her

 Patricia walked to the pool side, “It even has a pool, the outlines of this house are remarkable and must be quiet expensive” she nodded her head as she walked around the pool.

She walked back into the house and noticed Jane was no longer behind her, “Jane, we do have a lot to discuss though, where are you?” she walked into the kitchen

“Here!’ Jane yelled behind her, as Patricia turned, Jane hit her head with an axe and she dropped dead on the floor.

  Jane dragged her upstairs by the leg and put her in the attic, she walked into the kitchen and started scrubbing and cleaning the floors.

   She went inside to take a shower, she stood by the mirror and her reflection wasn’t there but that of a middle aged woman, she hummed and started combing her hair slowly even though they were falling off.