Lara and The Mansion in the Woods

Questions Unanswered

Thinking too much will not help. I must do something else. Something to distract me from this negativity I’ve been experiencing lately. Maybe roaming around the house can help? I know bad things happed inside this house but where else can I go? I can’t explore much of the garden because of that maze. I don’t want to end up lost and they’ll go and look for me. I’m still a newbie in this place and I don’t want to have a bad record yet. I let out a deep breath. I’m staring Mr. Poncho as he prepares tea, while sitting in this kitchen stool with my arms on the table. The aromatic, earthy smell of tea is al over the place. Things felt very nostalgic. Brings me back to when Mom, my real mom used to make us a cup of tea every morning. I’ll sit in the kitchen like this, still snoozy and I watch as she boils the water in our small kettle, take the homemade cookies and some fruits from her secret hiding place, then put it in the tray.

“Here ya go young mistress” Mr. Poncho gave me a cup of tea

It even smelt better when it became closer to my face. I felt the warm steam in my cheeks as I drink from the small cup. I miss my Mom. My real Mom. I still feel weird calling Mrs. Fletcher Mom. It feels like I’m replacing my real mom.

“Are you alright?” Mr. Poncho asked.

“I’m alright” which was a complete lie. I just replied to him that I’m fine because I don’t want them to worry or have a clue about what I feel. I still don’t trust them much even though I really want to connect with them. I decided to go somewhere else. The garden is not in good shape and it needs maintenance. Mr. Albert does a good job in maintaining the garden and Its kind of strange to see over growths and wild shrubs slowly crawling making its way inside. Mr. Albert might be busy; I never really explored the floor that I’m at. It will be good If I know more about this place. Besides, I should accept the fact that I’m going to be here for quite some time; I’m their young mistress after all. As I got upstairs by my room. I realized that theres a corridor leading to the other rooms in the house. I got there once but I never went inside the rooms. I bet this is the best time for that. As I pass through the corridor, I saw more portraits of old picture. So far there’s nothing strange about these pictures except that one portrait at the end of this corridor. A family picture but all of their faces were blurred. It might be because of the age of the portrait indicated at the bottom right of the picture. It’s a bit dusty so a blew the dust off. It revealed an initial which I can’t understand much and a date. 11/13/15. I can see the picture better now but still their faces are still blurred. I can see a man and a woman carrying a baby. They’re carrying it as if it’s a present they are proud of. Maybe it’s a relative or an old friend. I moved on and realized that this is a part of the house I’ve never been. I went to the right side of the corridor which led me to another serries of hallways. This looks almost like a hotel or an old hospital. This looked quite strange but I still carried on with my exploration of the house. I chose to enter the door closest to me. The door at the right just a few paces away from the portrait. I saw a ton of books and a table. This seems to be the library and its filled with old and new books. I love the smell of books. I’m kin to reading pocketbooks and novels. The best one I’ve read so far is William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. Luckily, I got a copy.