Belle Adams' Butler
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~
Memory of Ghosts- Part 2
Belle and Lucas got down in the village. A village Belle had come with Lucas not far too long ago. The Bakel's street and town. The land on this side of the Bonelake was the gloomiest of them all. The clouds up in the sky were different shades of grey lying mostly on the side of a darker version that turned the atmosphere dark and glum.
They had to leave the carriage out of the village and they entered the village which as usual had wet ground which was slippery with patches of puddles here and there.
"How come I don't remember this place?" asked Barron to himself who was being carried by Lucas in a small bag, hanging in his left hand. It was only Belle and Lucas who could hear Barron speak.