That evening a new edition had been
added to the For Sale sign that hung outside the old Millington House. It swung
happily in the wind, creaking away its announcement to all who wanted to know.
The old house had been sold.
One set of eyes upon its declaration
were less than happy at the news. The figure moved between the shadows of the
trees, crouching into the bushes as it gazed upon the building, standing
majestically in the overgrown grounds. A keening cry rose up from deep inside
it, tossed into the wind to echo all around.
Would it never be free? So far, its
secret had been kept, but for how much longer? If only that old fool hadn’t
upped and died, leaving the house vulnerable. Now it had to watch and
wait……..and defend. It would have to drive this new owner away, just like the
last one. How it wished it could let go, move on. But it couldn’t. It had no
choice.
Its secret had to be protected at all
costs. It couldn’t afford to let anyone renovate that house. Not that one. The
house knew too much.
The past must stay hidden……..
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