She stumbled from the house, fighting the darkness until, she reached the fog laden path. She stopped on the bridge struggling to calm herself. Closing her eyes, she focused on the sounds of the water below. Slowly, she began to settle.
Opening her eyes, she admired the beauty around her The river running lazily under the bridge. The mountains, in the distance, became clearer as the fog began to lift. A family of deer were by the banks. She smiled as she watched them.
Her thoughts began to drift back to the house and the vision she had seen there. There were so many unanswered questions. Who was the man in the portrait and why had he been killed? Who had shot him? Why was the face, of the woman she had seen, her own? Why had the house been empty for so long?
There were some questions that could be answered now. Leaning on the bridge, her chin in her hand, she began to plan it out. She would find out who the current owner of the house was. Maybe she could go to the library and find some history on the house or talk to some of the locals here.
She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't hear the man walk up behind her. He had been watching her for some time. "You do realize you're trespassing" he said. Upon hearing his voice, she knew, before she ever turned, what she would find.
Hair as black as night, eyes a deep blue, around his neck a silver medallion, with the word "Destiny" inscribed.
Maybe this was the place to begin.
Once again, I've sat here, for a long time, just to write a few words. LOL Don't know how writers do it. Then, the phone rang too, which was a blessing because, I needed a break. With inspiration anew, I tried again.
Someone on my last post said "they hope the story haunted me". Guess it is cause now I want the answers.
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