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The Story:
The halls of the second floor protect the secrets of the mansion with an impossible maze. The west wing is to be my dwelling. The butler leads me to a large room with a spiral staircase that is to be my living room with a study loft. Before he closes the double doors, he gives me a stern look.
“Remember, do not enter the east wing, sir.”
I don’t know what my uncle is hiding in the east wing, but I know that an instruction like the one I just received can’t be simply ignored. Having never met the man, I don’t understand why I should have any respect for his wishes anyway. A whole mansion, and he hasn’t sent me so much as a birthday letter in all my 17 years.
I wait until the night has fully settled itself onto the face of the land, before sneaking into the east wing. It is just as dark and eery as my side of the mansion, except with more rooms. All of the doors are wooden with brass knobs, but one catches my attention by the light of my candle.
It is a dull metal door but with no doorknob or other viewable entry method. I reach out to touch it.
“Not yet,” a voice whispers.
I jump back from the door just before my hand makes contact. I could swear I saw a ghostly face in it for a brief moment, but now, nothing is there.
The east wing had terrified me enough to discontinue my current expedition. But as I head back, I notice a door that is cracked open. Inside, someone is playing the violin with expert precision, chair turned away from the door.
“Come in, boy! Don’t dawdle! Move too slow, you’ll miss the show. Move too fast, you’ll long for the past.”
Placing the violin on the ground beside him, he peers at me from over the top of the back of his chair.
“You wasted no time in breaking the only rule of the house, didn’t you?”
I lower my head, not in shame but in the defeat of being caught. He chuckles.
“Relax, nephew. Breaking that rule was only the first step for you,” he says with a grin.
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