Mr Humphrey, his wife and kid walled majestically into the house they recently bought after the incident that happened to Lilian and her husband.
Arthur, their little boy, tan happily into the beautiful building due to excitement
“Mum, dad, woo-hoo!” He shouted excitedly and giggled as he looked around and touched objects.
“Wow! Everything is now ours.”
Hw whispered to himself and shrieked happily as he ran to stand between his parents
“Do you like it?” Heather asked her overly excited son who nodded sheepishly to her question
“It’s beautiful,” he commented and let his mother hold him by the hand
“Let me go and balance the agent.”
Humphrey excused himself and walked away after his wife gave him a slight nod
“Mummy, which room is mine?”
Heather looked down at her son and smiled
“There are a lot, pick any that you like.”
“Really?”
“Yes, baby. They are yours as well as ours.”
Immediately, Arthur released his hand from her grip and ran excitedly to see every room
When he was out of sight, she walked away from there and into the kitchen to look around as she didn’t have the chance when her son was around. Upon getting to the knife rack, she noticed that one knife was missing. Curious, she looked around to see if it might have fallen anywhere, hit everything was in order
“It has to be from the previous family. Maybe one of their children misplaced it.”
She finally said with a sigh after giving up on the knife. Just then, she hear her son’s voice
“I like this one!” A smile formed on her lips at the sound of that small voice
“Is it the biggest one?”
She asked, loud enough for him to hear her question
“Yes, mummy.”
“Well then, you can have it. It’s all yours.”
Arthur once again shrieked happily as he ran to his bed and jumped happily on it, making the loudest noise which unknown to him triggered something in a certain five year old.
For six weeks, after the unfortunate incident that befell Emily’s parents, Emily remained in the same spot, in the same position until she fell asleep without waking up. This very day, while she was still I a deep sleep, she heard a certain noise coming from a child who seemed to be having the time of his life. At first she ignored the happy noise and focused on her sleep but then it became louder and soon had company which woke her up in tears.
A mother’s voice.
Emily stood up and looked at the door, vividly remembering her mother standing there for the last time in tears. She climbed higher and looked through on of the many holes but all she could see was darkness. Finally, with one last look, she gave up and walked down inside the underground room.
“Arthur, get down from there. You can play outside while I arrange your room for you, yes?”
The little boy, upon hearing his mother’s voice, stopped jumping on the bed and nodded slowly and got down from the bed
“Will you arrange the room the way I like it?”
“Yes, baby. Now go on and play.” And hw ran out to play.
