Bound by Secrets.

oughts were a maze of fear and intrigue, each idea pulling me farther into this house's secret. Although the note on my pillow was an obvious wa

at appeared and suddenly disappeared, as I was getting dressed. I wanted answers to the ques

n who looked to be in her late 50s or early 60s standing there. Her erect stance and keen gaze appeared to process everythin

. Havers, the woman who kept Ethan's ho

voice weary and cold. "I've come to inquir

u, Mrs. Havers; I'm OK. I was going to have a short peek around the house. Her eyes narrowed, hardly perceptible. I w

uldn't have seen. "Not safe?" I repeated, attempting to speak in a casual tone. "Explain what you mean." Mrs. Havers's lips became a thin line, and I briefly believed she might not respond. But then, in a quie

t that just served to increase my resolve to find out the truth about what was actually going on in this place. With a forced smile, I said, "Of course." "I will exercise caution." With a single nod, Mrs.

before going closer to the door, carefully peering out to see the corridor again. The corridor was totally silent, still, and hollow. But,

y throughout the house. The mansion was a maze of halls

ything. Athan. While exploring, I stumbled across a door at the end of one of the halls. Within a house where other doors were left open, one simple,

. Why was this door secured yet so many others were not? What was hiding behind it? Just as I was deciding whether or not to look for a key, I heard footsteps approaching from down the corridor. Panic flo

over my left shoulder, I saw the housekeeper, Mrs. Havers, coming close to the same door I'd tried to

ay Mrs. Havers need access to? My head was pounding with possibilities, none of which gave me a clue. Then I realized that whatever was

iosity took hold of me, even though I knew I need to get the key to the door to be able to access it, but pe

hum of the house. But then, after what seemed like ages, I heard it: a soft, muffled sound, like someone was wh

pillow. But in the absence of further details, all I had left were questions, and the solutions appeared to be lurking just out of sight. With my mind racing from all I had seen and heard, my heart was racing as I

t back into my room. The events that happened during the day kep

letter on my pillow, and the shadows that kept clo

oubled me, haunting me in the back of my mind. Even though I knew I should be

ght. And I was imprisoned here, obligated by a contract I had signed without fully knowing its implications.

t, I couldn't get rid of the feeling that I was about to find out some