Family Ties. Pt III

The silhouette of a man was fading into the distance. I drove the short journey to my flat, with my mind, in a state of both confusion and disbelief. Who was he, how did he know my name, and how was it possible I could hear his voice so clearly, from such distance? Not to mention the language, which I seemed to understand perfectly.

Throwing the keys onto the ornate small table, I turned and triple locked the door, walked into the living room and closed the blinds before switching on the lamps, they gave a warm and comforting glow to the cosy room. I kicked off my shoes, pouring myself a drink, I switched on the laptop, I needed some answers.

I decided to start with my family history, I already had a good knowledge of the cemetery and the rumours that surrounded it. But why did I not know anything about the Mausoleum that carried my families name and our crest? thinking about it, my parents always changed the subject when the topic of our family came up, but I'd never questioned why.

My research led me back to seven generations of my family, it was there that I drew a blank all I knew was that his name was George Whitlock, that he was married to Mary Whitlock, and that together they had had five children, she had died at the age of thirty, but there was no record of how. The info on them was very patchy, there wasn't even any photos.

Concerning George there was nothing, not even a death certificate. My mind started to go over the nights events, trying to make sense of it all, I decided the Mausoleum held the key, I knew I needed to go back and find out who was buried there.

I must've fallen asleep, because a knock at the door jolted me awake. It was 3:30 a.m who would be at my door, at this time of night? shaking myself wider awake I walked to the door, looking through the spy hole I couldn't see anyone, I left the chain on and opened it, nothing, Hmm I must've imagined it, I started to close the door, when my eyes were drawn to a large brown envelope lying on the doormat, reaching down, I grabbed it and slammed the door shut again.

I felt spooked and uneasy, a cold chill brushed over my skin, I felt that a presence was nearby, it was the same feeling that I'd had earlier, dismissing it I opened the envelope, unaware that I was being watched......