Shadows of the night のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

My name is Katherine De ’Cheney I though life was perfect.I had a job I loved working at the New York Metropolitan Museum as a Conservator. I was engaged to the love of her life who worked as a Prosecuting Attorney for the biggest firm in New York City. We had met in college, spent several years together and seemed like the perfect couple. Owen Carver and I live in a historic townhouse in upper east side Manhattan. I will never forget the day my life felt like my life had it gone from peace and serene to feel like a volcano erupting, and throwing my life into chaos. I will never forget the moments that followed which lead me to my eternal destiny and the person I never realized had been meant for me all along.It was a Friday evening. I had just finished working at the museum. We had gotten in some historic relics from France, and I was preparing them to be on display. France is the home of my ancestors. I was excited to work on this project. I wanted to do my ancestors justice by pr

Chapter 2.I let the fury and agony take me on my walk. Where I was going, I still didn’t know. Suddenly I noticed the Plaza Hotel in front of eyes, it was a place I had dreamed of staying at ever since I saw Home Alone as a child. Owen always said that it was too expensive. What did not make sense, is that he would stay at the Waldorf, which was just as vintage and just as expensive as the Plaza. I took deep breaths, cleared my eyes of my tears, put a smile on my face and walked inside the hotel.I walked up to the concierge. I inquired about a hotel room. The price was astronomical. What Owen did not know is my families heritage, and generational wealth. He did not know I was a LaFluer descendant. I still had ties with that wealth. Not all of it, most is still overseas. My father was a international banker and very successful. When I graduated college, he set me up with a settlement. I have had to use the funds periodically. I used some to buy my townhouse. I have some in savings in

I arrived at the Museum; she noticed that there was a note on my office door. “Please see me at once. Mr. Cranly” I took the note and stared at it confused. “Why would the director want to see me?” It sounded urgent. I tried to open her office door and became alarmed that it was locked. I tried the key again, and it still would not work. “What is going on?” I mumbled scared and confused. I turned around and went to the Directors office.“Please come in” Mr. Cranly called out.“you wanted to see me sir?” I asked. I was confused as to what was going on, I was taken aback by seeing Owen and security.“Yes. I need to know if the accusations are true?” He said with a scowl on his face. Mr. Cranly was pissed and Katherine didn’t know what was going on.“I am sorry sir I do not follow?”“What did I tell you Cranly, she’ll never admit to what she did. I can have security escort her to jail.” Owen said with a devious look. I nearly fainted and felt tears bubbling up inside. What had I done to

I lay on the driveway and feel myself emotionally break like glass. My parents, all I had left aside from my grandmother are gone. I need to call my grandmother and gently tell her. I hope this doesn’t kill her. I will wait until after the funeral arrangements and all the paperwork has been handled. I feel like a shell of myself. This is oddly how we found my brother. Rumor has it, this is how the found my ancestor. Gabrielle had been brutally murdered in a similar fashion. It was in the mansion somewhere. rumor has it she was protecting a secret. Rumor, she fought with her attacker but, they overpowered her, and butchered her. Some family think she was pregnant. She had many suitors, some think that one of them was deranged and when she had been promised to Lord Hofer, and was expecting a child, that the person became enraged and murdered her. There was never anyone caught or convicted. This I fear is becoming a family curse. My great grandparents were also murdered later in life. Th

I end the phone call, and I still feel like I am slipping into a void of emptiness. I just keep wishing over and over to have them back. I get up, I know I have to. I need to see if the police need anything else. I walk out of the bedroom. I leave the door open, closing feels too soon. I descend the stairs. I cannot face the horrors but, I know I have to. The house is different. It feels like the house is screaming in pain. I keep my head held high like I was raised. I do not look at the macabre unless I have to. I walk through the house. Forensics I can see starting to work on cleaning up the mess. I see with dread the decayed remains of my family being zipped up into bags and sent to the morgue.“Officer” I call. One of them comes towards me.“You should not still be here miss, this is still a crime scene.” He says in disapproval.“I couldn’t leave. This is the first time I have seen them in two years, I still am wishing this could be just a nightmare.” I choke out.“I understand,