Conditions

But the children, engrossed in the story, didn’t notice the maiden’s slip, and she quickly moved on, her voice returning to the steady rhythm of the tale. “The girl was confused, her mind a whirlwind of questions. Who was this man, and why was he helping her? She didn’t know whether to trust him, but she couldn’t deny the strange comfort she felt in his presence. For the first time in her life, she didn’t feel entirely alone.”

The maiden’s smile lingered, a faint trace of affection in her expression as she continued to weave the story, her connection to the tale growing ever more apparent.

The maiden's voice took on a firmer, more serious tone as she continued, the children listening intently to the exchange between the mysterious man and the young girl.

"The man’s eyes held hers with an intensity that made her flush. ‘I take that as you aren't scared of me anymore? Though I suspect it’s only because of my appearance,’ he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. The girl’s cheeks grew even warmer, but before she could respond, she heard him scoff softly, his expression turning serious.

“‘I apologize for scaring you yesterday,’ he continued, his voice now stern, ‘but there are things you need to understand if you’re going to stay here. This place has rules, and if you don’t follow them, neither of us will be safe. I can tell you have your own reasons for choosing this haunted house as your refuge, and I won’t interfere in your business. But you need to respect my privacy as well.’

“He leaned closer, his eyes never leaving hers. ‘First—never let anyone know that this place has residents. Second—do not make unnecessary sounds. Third—if you hear someone passing by outside, never make contact or let them see you. And fourth—never, under any circumstances, attempt to clean this place. I know these rules sound strange, but they are crucial, both for your safety and mine. I’ll provide for all your needs while you stay here, but you must nod your head twice if you understand and agree to these rules.’

“There was a moment of silence as the girl processed his words. The seriousness in his tone left no room for doubt—these rules were not to be taken lightly. And yet, she was filled with questions. Why couldn’t she clean? What would happen if she did? And who else might be passing by the house? But despite her confusion, she could sense the urgency behind his words, the weight of something she didn’t yet understand.

“The man watched her intently, waiting for her response. ‘If you don’t trust me,’ he added, ‘I can write a contract to formalize our agreement. But please know that these rules are not just for me—they are crucial to your survival here as well.’ He paused, studying her, and then added, almost as an afterthought, ‘Miss, do you understand what a contract is?’

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