Chapter 1
So I died and I’ve gone to heaven.
Well, okay, I didn’t die, but someone did, an unheard of aunt supposedly.
I followed the stumpy balding lawyer up the wide marble stairs of the biggest house I’ve seen in my life.
Who’d think this large structure would be so far out in the middle of the woods?
“Welcome to your new home Miss. Rozette, I hope not much dust has collected.”
“Just call me Taylor, te haven’t seen inside for yourself?”
“Well miss, it was just so sudden, the death and all—”
He stopped to think.
“And it’s really not my place to just intrude.”
The lawyer’s eyes scanned the surrounding trees nervously. It seemed as if he were waiting for something to jump out.
“So it’s been empty since September?” I questioned.
“Yes, and everything is still up and running, te won’t have to worry about anything...Ms. Rozette had a way as not to be bothered da nonsense. All that is left in her will was for you, her great niece, to have the keys, along with everything else in her possession, so te would never have to worry about anything.”
He began to give me the house keys and paused.
“I’m not too comfortable leaving such a young lady alone in the neck of the woods—”
“I’m seventeen almost eighteen and I’m quite sure I can take care of myself.”
And I really could.
The lawyer was speechless. Nodding his head he dropped the keys in my hand. He turned quickly walking to his car to retrieve a stack of papers handing me a pen to sign. Giving me a wary smile the lawyer hopped into his car.
I gathered my bags and watched as the scared little man’s car disappeared quickly down the hidden path through the woods. I turned squeezing the oro attraversare, croce around my neck to face the two huge ciliegia wood doors.
home Sweet Home.
Stepping into my new home, the first thing I noticed was the house had not been abandoned for 5 months.
Well that’s what it looked liked.
There was not a speck of dust from where I stood and there were just a few lights on, but I guess that would be needed because all the windows had thick black velvet drapes so that not an ounce of sunlight could find its way in.
The house itself was gigantic; not mansion gigantic, castello gigantic.
It was elegantly furnished with beautiful painting I saw as I walked through the front hall.
What did my aunt of mine do?
My aunt must have married a wealthy man o won the lottery, but I didn’t catch a ‘Mrs.’ when the lawyer pronounced her name, only Ms. so where did she get the money from?
Most importantly, if she knew about me, why didn’t she come to my rescue in the orphanage of hell?
I shook my head to forget the senza risposta domande of my past. Today is a new beginning in my life. One that I have always dreamed of.
Waking up yesterday morning I would never have thought I would be boarding a plane leaving Michigan to Maryland with a large fortune and estate waiting for me from an Aunt Margaret.
I climbed the staircase and started down a long hallway. Going into room after room, each just as large as the other and the beddings just as nice I noticed that I had probably gone into twelve rooms! The lawyer had told me that he thought the house might have 30 rooms, but I think that just might only be on the FIRST floor! Finally reaching the first turn, I was Lost the last bit of breath I had to see a hall just as long as the first with più rooms and a set of stairs leading to the successivo floor. I would have to wait another giorno to fully explore my new home.
It was starting to get dark out and I was getting a little hungry, the only thing I’d eaten were a pack of arachide, arachidi burro crackers Ms. Thompson, the head of the orphanage chunked at me with her big meaty hands when I left Fosters last night as the lawyer lead me to the airport.
Now I’m in a bind.
Where’s the kitchen? I have been walking for over an ora now and haven’t even seen a glimpse of one.
I banged my fist against the bacheca in front of me. I’m such a fool, even if I do find the cucina what would I eat, the house has been abandoned for 5 months, now I was kind of scared to see what had rotted in the fridge.
I found my way back to the front door and put my bags in the first bedroom where I would be sleeping for the time being.
Starting my hunt for the cucina I heard what seemed to be a cupboard closing as I passed a door.
It didn’t scare me because I was always one to not be frightened easily, but I found it strange because it was coming from what looked to be a bedroom?
Without a secondo thought I opened the door and stared puzzled at what I saw.
A tiny kitchen?
What was a cucina doing right in the middle of bedroom chambers? It wasn’t even big; the letto in the room where I would camp out wouldn’t even have a way to fit in such a tight space. Who would think to make such a small kitchen, for such a large house?
With that my stomach growled.
Whatever big o small, a cucina is not a cucina unless it has food.
I opened the refrigerator, hoping that I wouldn’t die of the rotten smell to come.
To my disbelief I saw that the fridge was empty! Not only empty but seemed as if it had never been used. Now that I think about it, the whole entire cucina seems to have not been used as if it was just built. Everything looked new. The cabinets, counter, stove, fridge, everything was unused and worst empty. I opened all the cabinets and the pantry to see nothing! What human would have a home without even a cup o dish never the less FOOD! What was going on through this weird and mysterious aunt of mines head?
“WHERE THE HELL IS THE FOOD!!!” I screamed storming out of the mini kitchen.
I headed towards my bedroom to grab the bag the lawyer gave me with credit cards that my aunt had left me. I think I saw a gas station not too far away before we hit the woods and came along the property.
I grabbed my jacket, even though I knew such a thin thing would not withstand the cold.
I headed out of the room going to the front door when I saw a little flash. I turned to see that the lights to the cucina were turned off.
I didn’t remember turning the light off when I ran out. The light must have blown, since I’m going to the store I should see if I have enough to buy light bulbs also. As I got to the cucina to check the light, it came straight on.
Strange?
I was turning back around when caught something in the corner of my eye, something on the counter. I turned quickly.
A loaf of bread, jars of arachide, arachidi burro and jelly, and a jug of water.
I clutched the handle of the door and slowly backed away holding onto the attraversare, croce around my neck.
Was I imagining things, o was I like this crazy dead aunt of mine who appeared out of nowhere to make this teenaged orphaned niece a millionaire living in a freaking 100 roomed mansion.
I know that I am not crazy, but there is truly and most definitely not any way that I would have missed seeing that food?
I looked at the pane and saw the date, it was fresh and the water was cold.
My stomach growled again, at least my stomach doesn’t care, but why is there fresh Cibo in this 5 old mese abandoned house and where did it come from?
So I died and I’ve gone to heaven.
Well, okay, I didn’t die, but someone did, an unheard of aunt supposedly.
I followed the stumpy balding lawyer up the wide marble stairs of the biggest house I’ve seen in my life.
Who’d think this large structure would be so far out in the middle of the woods?
“Welcome to your new home Miss. Rozette, I hope not much dust has collected.”
“Just call me Taylor, te haven’t seen inside for yourself?”
“Well miss, it was just so sudden, the death and all—”
He stopped to think.
“And it’s really not my place to just intrude.”
The lawyer’s eyes scanned the surrounding trees nervously. It seemed as if he were waiting for something to jump out.
“So it’s been empty since September?” I questioned.
“Yes, and everything is still up and running, te won’t have to worry about anything...Ms. Rozette had a way as not to be bothered da nonsense. All that is left in her will was for you, her great niece, to have the keys, along with everything else in her possession, so te would never have to worry about anything.”
He began to give me the house keys and paused.
“I’m not too comfortable leaving such a young lady alone in the neck of the woods—”
“I’m seventeen almost eighteen and I’m quite sure I can take care of myself.”
And I really could.
The lawyer was speechless. Nodding his head he dropped the keys in my hand. He turned quickly walking to his car to retrieve a stack of papers handing me a pen to sign. Giving me a wary smile the lawyer hopped into his car.
I gathered my bags and watched as the scared little man’s car disappeared quickly down the hidden path through the woods. I turned squeezing the oro attraversare, croce around my neck to face the two huge ciliegia wood doors.
home Sweet Home.
Stepping into my new home, the first thing I noticed was the house had not been abandoned for 5 months.
Well that’s what it looked liked.
There was not a speck of dust from where I stood and there were just a few lights on, but I guess that would be needed because all the windows had thick black velvet drapes so that not an ounce of sunlight could find its way in.
The house itself was gigantic; not mansion gigantic, castello gigantic.
It was elegantly furnished with beautiful painting I saw as I walked through the front hall.
What did my aunt of mine do?
My aunt must have married a wealthy man o won the lottery, but I didn’t catch a ‘Mrs.’ when the lawyer pronounced her name, only Ms. so where did she get the money from?
Most importantly, if she knew about me, why didn’t she come to my rescue in the orphanage of hell?
I shook my head to forget the senza risposta domande of my past. Today is a new beginning in my life. One that I have always dreamed of.
Waking up yesterday morning I would never have thought I would be boarding a plane leaving Michigan to Maryland with a large fortune and estate waiting for me from an Aunt Margaret.
I climbed the staircase and started down a long hallway. Going into room after room, each just as large as the other and the beddings just as nice I noticed that I had probably gone into twelve rooms! The lawyer had told me that he thought the house might have 30 rooms, but I think that just might only be on the FIRST floor! Finally reaching the first turn, I was Lost the last bit of breath I had to see a hall just as long as the first with più rooms and a set of stairs leading to the successivo floor. I would have to wait another giorno to fully explore my new home.
It was starting to get dark out and I was getting a little hungry, the only thing I’d eaten were a pack of arachide, arachidi burro crackers Ms. Thompson, the head of the orphanage chunked at me with her big meaty hands when I left Fosters last night as the lawyer lead me to the airport.
Now I’m in a bind.
Where’s the kitchen? I have been walking for over an ora now and haven’t even seen a glimpse of one.
I banged my fist against the bacheca in front of me. I’m such a fool, even if I do find the cucina what would I eat, the house has been abandoned for 5 months, now I was kind of scared to see what had rotted in the fridge.
I found my way back to the front door and put my bags in the first bedroom where I would be sleeping for the time being.
Starting my hunt for the cucina I heard what seemed to be a cupboard closing as I passed a door.
It didn’t scare me because I was always one to not be frightened easily, but I found it strange because it was coming from what looked to be a bedroom?
Without a secondo thought I opened the door and stared puzzled at what I saw.
A tiny kitchen?
What was a cucina doing right in the middle of bedroom chambers? It wasn’t even big; the letto in the room where I would camp out wouldn’t even have a way to fit in such a tight space. Who would think to make such a small kitchen, for such a large house?
With that my stomach growled.
Whatever big o small, a cucina is not a cucina unless it has food.
I opened the refrigerator, hoping that I wouldn’t die of the rotten smell to come.
To my disbelief I saw that the fridge was empty! Not only empty but seemed as if it had never been used. Now that I think about it, the whole entire cucina seems to have not been used as if it was just built. Everything looked new. The cabinets, counter, stove, fridge, everything was unused and worst empty. I opened all the cabinets and the pantry to see nothing! What human would have a home without even a cup o dish never the less FOOD! What was going on through this weird and mysterious aunt of mines head?
“WHERE THE HELL IS THE FOOD!!!” I screamed storming out of the mini kitchen.
I headed towards my bedroom to grab the bag the lawyer gave me with credit cards that my aunt had left me. I think I saw a gas station not too far away before we hit the woods and came along the property.
I grabbed my jacket, even though I knew such a thin thing would not withstand the cold.
I headed out of the room going to the front door when I saw a little flash. I turned to see that the lights to the cucina were turned off.
I didn’t remember turning the light off when I ran out. The light must have blown, since I’m going to the store I should see if I have enough to buy light bulbs also. As I got to the cucina to check the light, it came straight on.
Strange?
I was turning back around when caught something in the corner of my eye, something on the counter. I turned quickly.
A loaf of bread, jars of arachide, arachidi burro and jelly, and a jug of water.
I clutched the handle of the door and slowly backed away holding onto the attraversare, croce around my neck.
Was I imagining things, o was I like this crazy dead aunt of mine who appeared out of nowhere to make this teenaged orphaned niece a millionaire living in a freaking 100 roomed mansion.
I know that I am not crazy, but there is truly and most definitely not any way that I would have missed seeing that food?
I looked at the pane and saw the date, it was fresh and the water was cold.
My stomach growled again, at least my stomach doesn’t care, but why is there fresh Cibo in this 5 old mese abandoned house and where did it come from?
bloody Paradise cast
