Awe-Struck in an Enigmatic Room of Antiquity

The large, dark, alienated room filled me with wonder and awe. How did I get to this strange place? My wary eyes scanned the unusual room: antique chairs, stained glass windows, and bookcases everywhere. I heard loud noises and people shouting outside the room. I ran quickly and took cover under a table. I was like a shy kitten, afraid of the big, terrifying world. What would Sir Leicester say to all of this?

The rusty door handle slowly turned and Lady Rutherford's heart beat rapidly.

Footsteps echoed off the mahogany walls, fear wrapped itself around Lady Rutherford and her blue eyes stared in terror at the small, black shoes approaching her. As she looked up, a man, around seventy years old, towered over her. His untidy, black hair shadowed his face; his dark brown eyes watched Lady Rutherford as closely as possible.

"I do not know of your intentions here, but you cannot stay. Strange things have happened, and the master of the house is still searching frantically for any intruders.

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" The old man seemed anxious, and Lady Rutherford was bewildered. She slowly stood up and wiped the dust off of her dress.

"Forgive me, Sir, but I don't even know myself why I am here. I did not intrude deliberately, but I cannot explain how I got here." Lady Rutherford froze, realising how that must have sounded to the man. "If you don't mind me asking, why is the master of this house searching for intruders?"

The man looked at Lady Rutherford as if she were insane.

"The lady of the house was found murdered." he said bluntly. The man continued to stare at her suspiciously, his eyes looked tired and his wrinkles were deep. The man stumbled awkwardly from the room and left Lady Rutherford standing alone. She started to panic.

Does he think I murdered that woman? I don't even know how I got here! All of these thoughts ran through my mind. I was a wrongly convicted criminal, about to be hung. I noticed another door in the large room, and I made my way over to it. There were no noises behind this door, so I did not even hesitate to open it and enter.

The room was dark and Lady Rutherford could not see anything. She felt her way around, hoping to avoid any tables and chairs. She felt a cupboard, its wood damp and uneven. The floor beneath her creaked eerily and the sound clawed at her ears like a rabid animal. Her eyes yearned for light, something that was becoming a distant memory. Finally, she felt around the cupboard and found a wall. She followed it intensely until her hands stroked a soft fabric, which she immediately assumed to be curtains. Her sense of touch was so occupied that Lady Rutherford did not even notice the putrid smell from the room. As the curtains opened, her eyes fed gratefully on the light from the window.

Lady Rutherford looked around the room as her eyes adjusted quickly. This room was similar to the previous one, but unclean and dusty. She turned to the window, and looked out onto the grounds of the large house. She gasped suddenly as she realised where she was.

My confusion grew vastly and I couldn't believe I had returned to this house after so many years. Why? Why was I here? Fate seemed to taunt me. One affair had changed everything...but I was starting to forget, to forgive myself for what I had done, and whom I had betrayed. Now Lady Turner was dead. In a sick sense that had brought comfort to me. Jealously was always my weakness, and how jealous I was of Lady Turner.

As she continued to reminisce over her insanity, the awful smell crept gradually around the room like a morning fog. Lady Rutherford noticed the smell and winced, she looked around and tried to locate where the smell was coming from. It was foul, like rotting fish, and Lady Rutherford found the source. The old, wooden cupboard stood proudly against a wall in the room. It dominated everything else, as a king ruling over his kingdom. Fear stalked Lady Rutherford as she tried to decide whether to open it. Her shaking hand touched the cold, metal handle and she cautiously opened one of the doors.

Ahhhhhhhhh! Lady Rutherford let out a terrible shriek of horror as she realised what was inside the cupboard. Curled up, twisted into a tangle of limbs was a child. Its legs were broken at various angles, and its arms were pierced in several places. Lady Rutherford continued to scream deafeningly as the child lay motionless in the corner of the cupboard.

Suddenly, the door of the room burst open and a fierce looking man entered rampantly along with several other men. Shock grasped him as he saw his own child dead. He glanced over to the woman standing near the cupboard, her eyes wide.

"Jane?" he paused. "How could you do a thing like this? You murderer! You cold blooded murderer!" his shouts overpowered Lady Rutherford's repetitive cry.

"I didn't! I swear I didn't" she sobbed desperately. "Robert, believe me, please!" her tears flooded onto her face. "Please."

"Arrest her. Now." Lord Turner ordered.

In the other room, an old man laughed silently to himself, his knife tucked securely within his long coat, behind all the cries and pleas of Lady Rutherford.