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 the ghost- Part 4
Belle moved towards the grave and placed her hand on the wooden cross that was pushed to the ground. She tried to find the reason for his death but there was nothing in there. At least it was now known that there was nothing about Guivenver when it came to death but she was curious about his memories.
Was there a possibility that the man hadn't told his son or his grandson what he saw or knew about the mansion. The ability she has was only respected to death and nothing more than that. From far away, Belle and the other two heard the sound of a bird crying out that echoed through the forest.
"Is that an eagle?" Belle asked and then looked at Barron and Lucas who was still looking in the direction of where the sound had come from.
"That's no eagle," said Barron, a little worry in his voice, "Do you think it is what I think it is?"