Wednesday, July 06, 2016

Loveless: Day 3

Word Count: 18,017

Summary of Events:
Thérèse searched unsuccessfully for a key to the front doors and then was taken by Le Démon to her room against her will. Le Démon, kept her in the room for two days before going in to see her; she tried to escape, but ran into the door and then grabbed his face and made him mad. Exhausted from nearly a week of fruitless searching, Henri returned home and comforted his youngest daughter Anastasie, who was regretting that she'd not been so nice to Thérèse. Le Démon visited Thérèse again and brought her food, she then managed to make an escape and ran all the way up to the castle attic. Le Démon let her stay there and once she fell asleep left her up there, feeling she'd be better contained. Thérèse woke up and discovered she had a magnificent view, from which she could even see her home, and decided to see if maybe she couldn't spy her father searching for her and signal to him; to that end she decided to head out onto one of the two balconies that opened off of the room . . . 

Excerpt of the Day:
"Going to the nearer one, she found the handle turned easily and opened the door to look out and, for the first time in a long time, get a welcome breath of fresh air. She hadn't realised how long it'd been since she'd been outside until the fresh air hit her.
As she stepped out onto the balcony, she spied some observational equipment, a telescope, a sextant, some binoculars, and even a table with a notebook that had writing in it, and it seemed to be increasing as she watched.
Thérèse then saw that there was a pen, moving across the page, all by itself, dipping itself into the ink and blotting itself when necessary, just like the utensils and the dishes in the dining room.
The pen laid down and then suddenly a pocket watch appeared as if it had just been pulled out of thin air.
After a few seconds it disappeared again. Thérèse screamed in fright. She'd never seen something like that before, and it terrified her, not that she was entirely sure why.
Quickly she hurried back into the room, she'd try the other balcony. But she screamed again when she saw the door to the other balcony opening by itself.
A breeze blew by her despite the fact that she'd felt no wind outside. Quickly she rushed to close both doors. If only she could find a way out of this place, at least this room, but preferably the whole palace.
She screamed again as the door to the balcony she'd gone onto opened, and then the one to the other balcony, which closed shortly.
Suddenly a key appeared out of thin air. Thérèse screamed.
With terror and trembling she watched as it floated through the air, over to the door that was in the floor, preventing her from getting out, fitted into the lock, and turned.
The door slowly rose and Thérèse ran as fast as she could down all of the flights of stairs and back to her room, where she slammed the door firmly and leaned against it, trembling with fear, for a long time.
She'd never thought ghosts could possibly exist until now, but now there was no other explanation other than ghosts. That was the only way those things could possibly have happened.
This castle had to be haunted. There was no question about it. Was it haunted by the sprits of the dead staff? They must've been murdered with the Crown Prince when Le Démon came.
That would mean there was a ghost of the Crown Prince wandering about too, somewhere.
What if it could actually be seen? What if there was a blood trail? A maimed body?
Thérèse screamed compulsively, even though she was only seeing the horrifying sights in her imagination. She didn't want to see the ghost of the Crown Prince. She didn't want to see any more ghosts of the dead staff. She wanted to go home."

Pronunciation:
Anastasie: ahnahstayzee

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