22 July 2012
Chapter 7
When Rose awoke, she completely forgot about the previous night and was confused the find herself in an unfamiliar room. She was startled to see Mary sitting quietly in the corner of the room. Rose suddenly remembered what had happened.
"Good morning! I made you some breakfast," Mary said.
"Thank you," Rose replied.
She hadn't eaten in days, so she eagerly took the tray of Mary and looked at her breakfast. There was some toast with honey, an apple and some milk. Without waiting a second longer, she took a bit of her apple. It tasted so much nicer than usual. Mary chuckled.
"Nice?"
"Very!" Rose giggled.
Suddenly, Mia rushed into the room, a bundle of sheets in her arms. She smiled at the expression on Rose's face.
"Darling, I thought I told you that you didn't have to do the washing! Your a guest!" Mary sighed.
"I want to!" Mia exclaimed.
Mary shook her head, but decided to give up and let Mia do the washing. She watched Rose, while sewing different coloured buttons onto a tablecloth, it looked beautiful. The tablecloth was pale blue, with indigo, lime green and violet buttons on and it had been embroidered with different patterns.
"I would like to talk to you and Mia," Rose said.
"I'll call her in," Mary replied.
A few minutes later, Mia skipped into the room and sat on the edge of Rose's bed. Mary and Mia waited patiently.
"I would like to get to know everyone properly, so I would like everyone to say five facts about themselves please. Mia, you first," Rose decided.
"Errr....I'm 12 years old. I'm a memory. I'm 88 years old as a memory. I like reading. And...I was an only child when I lived with my parents,"
"Mary?" Rose said, nodding.
"I'm also a memory. I'm 50 years old. I'm 127 as a memory. I like sewing. I'm good at chemistry,"
"My turn! I used to live with my mum. My dad died a while ago. I like singing. I'm 10 years old. I like to read the bible," Rose told them.
"Ok, so now we all know each other a bit better. Questions, dear?" Mary suggested.
"Yes. How can we kill the ghost?" Rose asked, immediately.
"I-errr...that's quite a question dear. Well, you have to find Robert Day," Mary began, biting her lip.
Rose froze...
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