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~
Stay dead- Part 1
The creature let go of his staff that disappeared the minute it touched the ground and he directly used his hands to attack the butler this time. Mr. Adams did his best to get to Lucas with every punch that was thrown to only be deflected. When he went to hit his face, Lucas pushed his hand away and instead, he punched back the creature who staggered a few steps behind.
"What a silly creature you are," taunted Lucas and this made the creature agitated but it smiled back.
"You can tell that once I take and eat your soul away," threatened Mr. Adams.
"Is that what you tell when you are scared?" asked Lucas.
The servants looked at them fearfully. They didn't know why the butler was trying to provoke Mr. Adams with words like that. Whoever this man was who appeared to be like Mr. Adams, he had killed the maid right in front of their eyes.