I stood in the room confused as I tried to recall what happened, I kept asking myself "was that real?" "was that true?" "should I venture up to the attic?" All these questions flicked through my head, the room was dark so I crawled through the door back into the bedroom, I ran as fast as I could to my bedroom and tried with all my might to open the door but someone had locked it... There was only two people with a key to my bedroom, me and The butler My key was still in my bag and I hadn't licked it, why would Henry want to lock the door Was it to stop me from reaching safety?
A small tear dropped like the rain from my eyes as I felt helpless and alone, my last chance was to leave the house and call the police, all the phones in the house I noticed had been toke by well... I don't really know but my mobile was in my room, my locked room. I ran down the long marble steps that led to the door passing the bloody bodies of my once loved staff, I sprung onto the door in a last attempt of survival yet again it was locked, i knew what I had to do... The attic. I went to my large slate style kitchen and searched out the biggest meat knife in sight then I went to my parents room and payed my respects hoping they weren't my last. I crept up the second set of stairs which were thin and spiralled up a large clock tower. The third and also the last set were thin and wooden... I felt trapped as my shoulders almost touched the wall, the passage was so thin but then as I crept up the attic steps trying to create an element of surprise I heard... Laughing from the attic The laughing of three people!
The sound of the laughter made me feel more secure inside as I lifted the weightless smooth wooden hatch leading to the attack and peered through to see my parents and the butler, I was astonished and I let out a gasp... They heard and there heads darted at me like a swarm of vultures "mum... Dad and henry?" They looked at me and mum said "dear oh dear I guess we have some explaining to do..." My dad butted in "you see your not our real daughter and this isn't our home abd we aren't rich, Henry isn't our butler and the staff weren't our staff" Henry then explained "the master and miss of the house passed away, you were a baby so I let your mother and father stay here, but now it seems that you are now legally the owner of this house, you are now old enough to have the house as it was left to you in your real parents will..."
He carried on "your parents want all this more than they want you so the killed the staff, so they wouldn't tell on there plan and once they get rid of you they will have this house too them selves" My mum started to say... "I'm sorry but this house is worth millions and darling your not!" I stuttered as I tried to speak,my voice full of lust "cant we work something out, please let me go and I will never come back" But my father wouldn't have it "I'm sorry but it's not that simple" My last chance was to run, I ran down the stairs and ran down the spiral steps until I reached the grand marble steps. I stopped my heart was pounding and I felt as though I was about to cry and my eyes would just wash out... "I'm sorry" A faint whisper from behind me remarked Then I felt a force on my back thrusting me down the stairs.