The atmosphere in the hostel common room was uncomfortable and quiet that morning. Eyes strained Anna as she stepped out of her room, the door closing behind her with a gentle buthaun lThe atmosphere in the hostel common room was oppressively quiet that morning—too quiet. It wasn’t the peaceful kind of silence. No, it was the heavy, judgmental hush that thickened the air with unspoken words and narrowed eyes.Anna stepped out of her room, clutching her books to her chest like a shield. The door closed behind her with a click that echoed louder than it should have. As she moved through the corridor, conversations dipped and then restarted again in hushed tones, fragmented whispers floating just within earshot.“That’s her… the one that fought Juliet.” “I heard she flung a whole bucket of water across the room.” “Can you imagine? She looks so calm. Two-faced people are the worst.”Anna didn’t need to look up to feel their stares boring into her skin like tiny, invisible needles. Her
The early morning sun filtered in through the white curtains of the sitting room, casting delicate shadows across the Marble floor. Kingsley sat on the couch in his charcoal robe,sipping from a steaming cup of Ginger tea while scanning through his phone contacts. . His eyes narrowed as he stopped at a familiar name.Collins Timothy. “Collins,”He murmured under his breath, a small smile curling on his lips.Anna peeked from the kitchen doorway, towel still draped from her shoulder. She had just finished cleaning the dishes from breakfast. “Sir Kingsley, did you call me?” she asked.“Come, Anna. Sit,” he gestured to the couch opposite him. His tone was unusually warm.Anna complied hesitantly, wiping her hands on her skirt as she sat. Her heart thudded. It wasn’t often Kingsley called her like this in the morning.“I’ve been thinking about what you said the other day,” he began, setting his cup down. “About going to school.”She nodded, her hands suddenly clammy. That conver
It had been two months since Anna had been staying in Kingsley’s apartment adapting to everything in his house. The morning light filtered gently through the Lacy curtains in Kingsley's home, dancing across the marbled tiles and the pale pink walls of Anna's room. She sat at the edge of the bed, her knees tucked under chin, staring at the mirror across from her.It was another day at home and Another day of silence.A soft knock at the door jolted her thoughts. “Anna?” Came Kingsley's voice from the hallway. “Yes,Sir,” She replied quickly,straightening up. “Breakfast is ready. Join me downstairs when you are set”. She muttered a quiet”Okay,”then turned back to the mirror. Her reflection looked the same as yesterday. Same oversized T shirt, same headwrap. Same girl with questions pressing agaìnst her chest.At the breakfast table, Kingsley sat with his tablet in the hand scrolling through his phone and murmuring occasional thoughts aloud.“The Nigerian Naira is bac
The moon spilled silver light across Anna’s bed, dancing on the worn floorboards, calm and quiet. Yet her heart was anything but still. Her eyes remained open, chasing shadows, searching for answers that refused to come. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of her quilt, restless.A shriek split the silence.High-pitched. Terrifying.Then another cry followed—a muffled call for help.Anna was out of bed in a heartbeat.She stumbled into her shoes, grabbed her robe, and swung her door open. Gasps echoed through the hall as the guests emerged in varied states of undress, faces pale and eyes wide."Is it fire?" asked Lady Ingram, clutching her silk nightgown."Thieves?" murmured Colonel Dent, eyes darting down the corridor."Everyone, please," Kingsley called out, his voice calm yet firm, emerging from the shadows like a storm held at bay. "Just a dream. One of the servants had a nightmare, nothing more."Anna stared at him. A lie. She knew it.The tone was too forced, the explanat
The guests remained for days and Kingsley's house bloomed with the exaggerated liveliness of forced company. The halls echoed with the sounds of polished boots on Marble, the clicking of glasses and the manufactured laughter of those trying too hard to appear amused. To Anna, it was all as hollow as a mask. Each evening, She was summoned to the drawing room, where she was perched quietly near the windows, half concealed by the sweeping drapes. Her place was not among the gleaming gowns and silk gloves, but in the shadows, observing. Always observing.“Your hand, Mr Kingsley”, Elizabeth cooed, placing her slender fingers on top of his. “I swear I have never seen a man with such… soldiery hands. Do tell me, did you duel often in your youth?”. Kingsley laughed out loud, the sound loud and pleasant. “Only with words, Miss Ingram . Though I suspect you will beat me at both”. Elizabeth leaned in closer, her voice a feather. “I suspect I will enjoy trying,Nonetheless”. A
The silence between them stretched. It was thick, strange, and almost scary. The little girl didn't move. Her small figure stood at the end of the hallway backlit by the soft flicker of a candle from the staircase. Shadows swallowed most of her face but Anna could see her eyes - It was huge, solemn and ancient in a way no child's eyes should be. Anna's breath caught. “Hello?”She said gently, her voice barely more than a whisper. There was no answer. The child tilted her head slightly.“Are you…. Lost?”. Anna took a step forward, heart pounding. The girl blinked, then turned and disappeared into darkness. Anna's footsteps echoed as she followed, pulse racing. Who was she? Why was she wandering the halls at this hour and how had she gotten into the manor? As Anna reached the bend in the corridor, she saw nothing but an empty hallway. No child. No sound. Nothing but the long silence of a house that had seen too much. She began to wander. “What is going on in this hou