Chapter 251
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It wasn't that Allen hadn't been to Aunt Josephine's house before, but it was his first time entering through the front door.
The car drove into the manor surrounded by high walls.
Ellen looked at it and felt that it was magnificent, but the whole house seemed to be shrouded in darkness, hiding in the shadow of the towering peaks behind it.
Emily had just crawled out of the warm car when a chilly wind made her shiver.
Although the weather was cold, Allen felt that the deeper he walked into the house, the colder he felt.
Emily couldn't help but move closer to Allen. She was a bit scared. She tugged on Allen's sleeve and motioned for Allen to look at the second floor of the manor.
Allen looked up. There were two large bay windows side by side. They were like two dark eyes staring at them.
"You want to stay in those two rooms?" Aunt Josephine clearly misunderstood Allen. "Children do need more space to move around and a better view. Of course you can stay there."
After passing through the living room with the huge fireplace, they walked down a corridor and arrived at a staircase that led up.
They didn't walk for long this time because the rooms Aunt Josephine prepared for them were all on the second floor.
"Look at these rooms. Do you like them?" Aunt Josephine led Allen and the others to look at every room on the second floor.
Emily began to feel excited. This house was really nice. So many rooms and so many closets. She couldn't imagine how many rooms there were.
There were many toys that little girls liked in the room that was given to Emily. She happily stroked a fluffy kitten doll that had been washed until it was white.
Albert volunteered to take care of his sister.
Aunt Josephine led Allen forward.
They hurried down the narrow hallway.
Allen noticed that the walls on the second floor were filled with portraits of men and women.
They wore strange clothes made of silk and velvet. They were very gorgeous.
The people in the paintings silently stared at Allen. It was abnormally quiet.
Allen's room was very large. It had a bathroom and an old-fashioned window seat. He could sit at the window and look down at the manor below.
"Okay, I think you need some time to pack. I'll go prepare the food first. You can come down when you're done."
Aunt Josephine glanced at her watch and walked to the front door.
The room is so big. Ellen likes the bay window with the window seat. He goes forward and looks out of the window.
Through the falling snow, he saw the small Honda parked in the driveway.
Beyond the wall, he saw farmhouses of varying heights scattered in the wilderness.
After packing, Allen walked to the door.
Just then, he saw the girl that left a deep impression on him.
The girl who used to guard the door of the room he used to stay in.
The girl who was wearing a red dress with gold and silver embossments.
A dark green toad was squatting in her hand. She stood expressionlessly at the door with a sharp gaze, but it only lasted for a second before she turned and disappeared into the corridor.
"Hey!" Allen shouted and ran down the hallway. Then he stopped outside his bedroom door.
He looked around. "Who is she?"
But there was no one in the long hallway. All the doors were closed.
"Albert?" Allen called out Albert's name, but no one responded.
Allen took one last look at the dark hallway and hurried downstairs.
"Aunt Josephine," Allen calmed his heartbeat. "Is this house haunted?"
Aunt Josephine looked at Allen casually and chuckled. She seemed to think the question was funny.
"Sorry, no," she said. Then she looked at Allen with her slightly wrinkled blue eyes. "Although this manor is old and huge, it's not haunted."
"I … I think I saw a little girl in a red dress," Allen said as he stared at Aunt Josephine's face. He believed his eyes.
"You might have seen Miss Clark's portrait. She's the only portrait that can walk around the manor. "
Aunt Josephine said and directed a row of hot dogs to jump into the frying pan.
Allen was sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. She appeared at the door and not in the portrait.
He wanted to ask more questions, such as who Miss Clark was, why she was the only one in the entire manor who could walk around freely, and why the people in the portraits didn't speak or move …
But when there was a knock on the door, Aunt Josephine stopped talking with Allen.
Allen didn't miss the flash of relief on her face.
Mr. Harris and Lunn walked in with several suitcases.
"Ah, the snow is getting heavier! I hope your mother and Daisy can come soon. " After arranging the luggage, Mr. Harris took off his thick coat and walked down wearing only a normal shirt.
As he spoke, he stuffed the hem of his shirt into his pants.
Allen was surprised to find that in the short time he hadn't seen Mr. Harris, he was a bit overweight. His shirt seemed to be unable to be stuffed and kept falling apart.
Mr. Harris gave up on the attempt to stuff his shirt into his pants. He rolled up his sleeves and sat next to Allen.
"Ha, they look so alike," Aunt Josephine nodded in the direction of Lunn and Allen and said to Mr. Harris.
Allen wasn't sure if it was a compliment.
He and Lunn were both tall and thin, with blond hair and light blue eyes like Mr. Harris.
Even so, Allen didn't agree with Aunt Josephine. He wasn't as "serious" as Lunn.
After all, Emily was still a child. After playing in the living room for a while, she wanted to go out and make a snowman.
Allen accompanied her to the yard.
In the heavy snow, Allen used Mr. Harris's magic wand to make a variety of small animals, which made Emily very happy.
Ellen was also infected and threw what had happened before to the back of his mind.
Mrs. Harris and Daisy finally arrived before dark.
After getting a big hug from Mrs. Harris, Allen thoughtfully took the gifts she brought — all of which were homemade snacks.
Emily skipped in front to lead the way, while Mrs. Harris and Daisy followed behind.
But Allen stopped as something attracted his attention.
He looked up at the two identical bay windows above the porch.
He put his hand on his forehead and squinted through the falling snow.
Yes, he saw it.
A face, in the left window.
The girl.
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