Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. A DEAD BODY! Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here. "Gardening." "And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief. "Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?! She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile. Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~
Belle had woken up from her sleep after hearing a snap near her that reminded her of the time when the reaper had tried to get to her in the cemetery. The candle was still burning in the room and she turned her head towards the window where she was able to see the raindrops tracing down the window pane from outside.
Taking the small candle stand in her hand, she stepped out of the room and walked in the deserted corridor to hear the thunder strike again. Nights like these felt somewhat the same with the rain always pouring and the light spilling in the corridors and hallways until the candles allowed itself to be burnt. Passing by her parent's room, she pushed the knob of the door to look inside where everything was left untouched.