It wasn't easy growing up in a place like this. A bunch of rumors and not to mention murders, eerily hung on the town. It wasn't hard to blame someone for fraud or murder here. Actually, it was quite simple. Fenna Jones quivered behind the tall, slim figure that was her mother. Nothing seemed haunted in these parts, especially not the nature. "Momma, are you sure it's not haunted?" Fenna asked, not looking up. Her mother placed both hands in front of her waist and said nothing. The pond was silent, the flowers and the lily pads floating gently on the surface. Whatever grass was found under the pond would forever be nourished. The place indicated peace, but why was Fenna's gut feeling different? t was a breathtaking and peaceful lot. The stone on the building meant this was built long ago. The facade had been constructed with massive windows, and a balcony as which peered over the front door. Fenna's mother always wore a blood-red gown that flowed out near the waist. Fenna had been told that she looked like her father more, but dreadfully wished the contrary. "Go to the bathroom and get ready for dinner." her mother said with a kind voice. When Fenna got to the bathroom, she looked at the height of the counters, and the finish of the basin. When she looked up, she saw her mother's cerulean eyes in the reflection. Fenna was pretty sure her mother had been on the first floor, preparing dinner. Fenna turned around to greet her, but no one was there. She turned around and tried to catch her breath. 'I'm sure it was nothing,' thought Fenna.
After a pleasant stew and a loaf of bread, Fenna grew tired. She said goodnight to her mother and ran off to bed. She lay in bed, staring into nowhere. She felt creeped out that she saw her mother in the reflection, when no one was there at all! It wasn't long before the nightmares flooded in.
Her mother was looking out the room of her quarters, across the courtyard and to a grave. The grave had white flowers planted on it, leaving rough patches of soil around the edges. The name was her fathers'. And she knew now what had happened. It was no fire, it was no accident, but it was her mother.
Fenna had no possibility of going back to sleep after that dream. She changed and scurried to the enclosed yard. There was the soil, and the flowers. But the gravestone was nowhere to be found. Fenna was cold. It must have been midnight, and the temperature dropped immensely. She ran back for the warm shelter she was forced to call home, and dozed off in her bed. Little did she know that someone was in the window…
It was quiet in the house. Not one mouse, or one bug to be creeping around. "It's not normal of Fenna to sleep in.,” said her mother, in a sly tone. Fenna stayed asleep and her mother began to sing.
~Oh little town of Orienthan~
~Let me see the rise~
~Of hopes and dreams, of loving seams~
~Rest in peace tonight~
~Rest in peace tonight....~
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