Get your own Free Home Page"Ugh, this place is so creepy when it's empty." muttered Natalya as she put her bookbag down in the foyer of the large victorian mansion which belonged to her aunt. Her mind wanders as she looks around and remembers what made her the owner of this house. Her aunt, a woman of great kindness and conservative ideals, disappeared without a trace. She knew her aunt was always a loner but kept in touch with her mother on occasion. The month the phone calls stopped worried her mother and she drove out to the house. After a quick search of the house, her aunt could not be found. Her bed was not slept in and the cat looked like it hadn't eaten in days. She called anyone who knew her and found out she hadn't gone on vacation. After the initial panic had ebbed, life returned to normal as the police got involved and could find no leads. Missing a year now, her aunt's will stipulated that if she was to ever vanish, that she should be presumed dead and the instructions of the will were to be carried out to the letter. Her estate was to be given to Natalya and her aunt's holdings were to be entrusted to Natalya, who could draw on the account whenever she needed. Her aunt's cat, Dusk, A silver tabby who was the last one to see her aunt alive, rubbed against Natalya's legs. Natalya smiled down at her "Hey Duskie, hungry girl?" She meowed in agreement and padded quickly into the kitchen, followed by Natalya. Natalya hums quietly to herself as she gets Dusk's bowl and proceeds to empty a can of tuna into it. A sigh escapes her lips, she looks at her watch. She smiles at Dusk, "Not even fifteen minutes and i'm already homesick." This kitchen was a lot bigger than she remembered, considering the last time she was here she was thirteen. She made herself a sandwitch and walked back to the foyer and picked up her backpack. She trods up the large curved stairwell to her new sleeping quarters, her aunt's old room. Natalya grips the handles to the large double doors that lead to her room. She takes a deep breath and swings the doors open to reveal the large canopy bed and antique furniture that became her aunt's passion. Every knick-knack and piece of furniture had a story behind it. Rumored to belong to a powerful witch in Salem during the early ????'s, the bed spoke of its age, as if looking at it was like looking into the past. Natalya walked into the room, looking over its contents. The bed stood sturdily in the center of the room while the rest of the room's furniture stood quietly to the sides. Against one wall was the vanity and chest of drawers and against the other a new looking t.v. stand accompanied by a large television. At the foot of the bed sits a plain wooden hope chest while at the head hangs a large painting of her aunt. She looked at the painting for a moment, the eyes reflecting a great sadness and mystery. The painting couldn't be more than a year old and was most likely done by her aunt, perhaps as a explanation as to why she disappeared. Natalya cautiously approached the old bed and carefully sat on it. She carefully took in the atmosphere of the room, the musty smell of a unoccupied house and the glare of the noonday sun through the huge windows that comprised most of the wall the bed sat in front of. Natasha jumped as she felt something slip past by her leg and looked down. Dusk peered up at her with her aquamarine eyes as if saying 'It's only me.' Natalya smiled and picked Dusk up and held her on her lap. Natalya stood and, taking Dusk with her, walked downstairs to the other rooms. She walked by the kitchen and through the doors that lead to the study. A cosy room this was, with a fireplace and large comfortable chair. The walls were bookshelves, filled completely with science fiction and fantasy novels spanning decades. A glass case sitting on a pedestal in a corner caught her eye and she went to investigate. Inside the case sat a stack of old, bound papers. The text on the shoving page was all handwirtten and there were notes and doodles in the margins. Natalya squinted to make out the title, "Lord of the Rings." Sitting in this case was the actual handwritten manuscript. Natalya smiled and caught her aunt's computer in the corner of her eye. She made a beeline for it and turned it on.
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