Winchester Mystery House の小説・ストーリー

I sit down on the couch as my mother sits beside me holding my hand and offering me a bit of comfort, "Ryder is still out looking for her." "The bitch is in Winchester's house, I caught sight of her earlier in the day driving into the estate," Ethan kisses his teeth. "Winchester's house?" I question in disbelief, why would she run to hide there? They have never been on good terms with their aunt, so she wouldn't have considered going into hiding there except...

" . . . . I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear about his affairs from his housekeeper or from anyone else for that matter. I was already trying hard to suppress the question,' How many girls have he brought here in this house... on his bed...' . . . . But I ignored and I just walked in behind her, slowly taking everything in. compared to outside, the inside was more modern than I would have thought. Everything looked... so rich. The fabrics, the chandelier and the paintings on the ceiling. Everything was the best of the best. It was classic, just like Edward. . . . . I was standing in the middle of the hallway, looking up at the paintings, with my mouth opens like an idiot. Before Mrs Winslet s

Hence why the journey to the House of the Wolves took a whole day. When we arrived, it was already night. And when we went past the dense woods hiding the werewolves’ race, I finally saw the town proper in its glory. The town looked peaceful at night. Though the streets were empty, the streetlights gave light to the inhabited houses whose people must already be asleep. I observed the houses and streets as the convoy quietly passed the town. We climbed a small hill to reach the House, the familiar obsidian mansion with sharp tower roofs, and that same, deeply unsettling feeling reached the pit of my stomach and made me squirm in my seat. I do think my first obstacle has come—being comfortable

Three days before Sheldon was supposed to leave the country, he mortgaged our house. He even helped us pack, moving me and the boys into a tiny one-room basement unit on the third floor down. It was barely 300 square feet and was damp, musty, and dark. Sheldon stood in the middle of that little room, talking to our sons as if he was giving some grand speech.