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~
Let me kill you- Part 1
Belle stood in the corridor of the mansion where no one usually came. She had planned to jump out of the window, but with George who had locked the entire house, she could tell that there was no way out, apart from killing him and she didn't want to do it. She knew she was letting her emotions sway, but this was her friend.
In the afternoon, when her mother was speaking the things she would have never expected to hear, she didn't know why it was easier to want both her parents gone. It might have been because the spirits were dominating their souls, and they had eaten the remaining residues of them in the land of the dead but George looked like he had fused himself with the spirit. Out of willingness.
"You were never like this, George. What happened to the friend I knew?" asked Belle when George pulled out the knife which was big and sharp.
"Did you get it from the kitchen?" asked Belle.