Inside The Manor

Chapter Five

If I had to compare on a scale the weird things that have happened to me during my entire life, this wouldn't have made it to the top 5, but definitely to the top 10, and for me that was alarming.

Ok, so let's think this through.

I had a weird dream and then found an object in this dream in real life. That's pretty much it.

Now, my best logical explanation would be that even though I knew that the chain I found hanging in the chandelier, the one that mysteriously just casually fell by itself when I wasn't looking, screamed 'strange' and 'danger' to me, I still liked it enough to want it, hence why I desired it so much in my dream.

Yeah, that makes sense. Or at least it makes more sense than the other explanation. Not a very logical explanation, but one that actually included the possibility of magic and fate.

And all the other stuff that managed to stop my clients from buying this damn house.

No, I wouldn't stop that low. Magic didn't exist, neither did witchcraft or some sort of alternative realm that people could access by astral traveling while sleeping. Not of it was real, and none of it would influence my life.

With that decision taken I bravely took the golden chain, that now appeared more appealing to me and took it inside the house. I passed all the rooms and the stairs, but instead of being a dumb b***h and putting the chain in my bedroom, I put it in the guest bedroom.

Now I already have a room for people that I might have, but who neccessarily need to spend the night at my house.

Being evil is nice.

With that done, I went back downstairs and started unboxing once again...

I was almost done, when my stomach did one of those weird noises. I looked up at un old clock on the main living room and saw that it was 5pm.

Damn, I'd missed another meal. I had finally restored all of the kitchen utensils, but I was too lazy to cook and I still had to go grocery shopping.

Doing a quick assertion of the situation, I decided to go get groceries first and then maybe grab a bite on my way back. I got to my room, changed my clothes, checked my phone and was going to brush my hair to put it in a high ponytail, when I heard the bell ring.

Weird, I hadn't given my new address to anyone but Cam and I knew she would be busy for the rest of the day, so who could it be?

I thought about running by the kitchen to get a knife, just in case, but then I remembered that the gate was made out of iron, and that the rest if the house was surrounded by a tall fence. Shaking my fears away, I got downstairs and opened my phone to start recording, a habit I had developed along the years. Whenever something unexpected happened I would always try to record it just in case I would need it in the future.

With a steady step I opened the main door and looked over to the gate.

Well, well, well.

Look what heartbreak has done to someone...

"Your walk is annoying" I commented as Trey walked in front of me.

He shook his head in disappointment and kept walking. Luckily for both of us, a living room was quite close to the main door, so I didn't have to follow him for long. Annoying prick.

He looked around the room as if memorizing every detail and then took a seat in one of the couches. No, he didn't just take a seat, he laid down like he had no worries, spread his arms all over the couch and propped up his head upwards.

"Sure, why not? Go right ahead and make yourself at home." I said sarcastically, but since I got no response I decided to keep going. "Now, I'm making some tea, and your cup is gonna be poisoned, but because I'm a considerate hostess, I'm gonna give you two poison choices..."

"I just want something to end this pain" he said as he rubbed the place his heart would have been if he wasn't such a damn bastard.

"Death it is then" I said and turned around to get to the kitchen. "Just let me grab a knife real quick."

"I loved her" he whispered loud enough for me to hear. I stopped walking. He looked at me in the eyes, but that crap wasn't apparently doing what he was expecting because he then shrugged and nodded for me to keep going.

Too late buddy, now I'm curious.

"What's up with the past tense?" I asked and slowly walked over to him and sat on a couch opposite to him.

"Do you remember how we all used to be when we were younger? All the fun times, our silly adventures during the night, sneaking out to see each other and just being so stupidly naïve all the time?" he asked. "What happened to us?"

"We grew up" I said simply as all the memories of our time in school came rushing back to me. We had really had a good time together. We used to be there for each other, and now it felt like we couldn't be more against each other. I let out a sigh.

"And to Camilla? What happened to Camilla? Our Cam? The nice, sweet girl that always used to be there for? Who was too shy to express her feelings, yet was ready to fight the world if it meant protecting the ones she loved?"

"She wasn't the one who hurt you. It's you that broke her heart" I responded. My blood was boiling. The audacity to even show up here. Wait... "How did you know my new address?"

"Camilla still hasn't closed the app that lets me see her calls and messages. We used to share everything. We had nothing to hide back then." He finished his speech and looked at me expectantly.

"I still don't get why you're here thou" I said after a long moment of silence passed between us.

"I'm here because I want the old Camilla back" he stated.

"You're talking as if you know two different Camillas" I said and allowed myself to relax in the couch. I hadn't exactly had the time before to really enjoy the furniture, but damn, this couch was comfy.

"It feels like there are two different Camillas though, doesn't it? So, what happened to the Camilla we both knew in high school?"

"She decided to change, formed a character and grew a backbone" I smirked at him.

I was aware of her drastic changes in her personality, but Cam was still my best friend and I would support her no matter what.

"No, the Camilla I fell in love with doesn't exist anymore. She's gone." With each word his voice grew quieter.

My smirk disappeared, and I felt all feelings of calmness leave my body. I grew stiffer and I swear I could feel goose bumps forming all over my arms.

"She died. The night of the accident."

"Get out!"