Alan hadn't been to Aunt Josephine's house before, but it was the first time he had entered through the main entrance.

The car drove into the manor, which was surrounded by a high wall.

Alan looked at it and thought it was magnificent, but the whole house seemed to be shrouded in darkness, hiding in the shadow of the towering peaks behind it.

Emily had just emerged from the warm carriage when a chilly wind sent shivers down the board.

Although it was indeed cold, Alan felt that the more he walked into the house, the more chilling he felt.

Emily involuntarily approached Allen's direction, she was a little frightened, she tugged at Allen's sleeve, and motioned for Allen to look at the second floor of the manor.

Alan looked up and saw two large bay windows side by side, like two black hole eyes staring at them.

"You want to live in those two rooms?" Aunt Josephine clearly misunderstood what Alan meant, "children do need more space to move around and have a better view, and of course you can live there." ”

Passing through the living room with a large fireplace, they walked down a fork in the hallway to a flight of stairs that went up.

This time they didn't have to go long, because the rooms that Aunt Josephine had prepared for them were on the second floor.

"Look at these rooms, do you like them?" Aunt Josephine took Alan and looked around every room on the second floor.

Emily was starting to get excited. It's a nice house, so many rooms, so many closets. She couldn't imagine how many rooms there were.

Emily had a lot of toys for the little girl in the room, and she happily stroked a white-washed, fluffy kitten doll.

Albert volunteered to take on the responsibility of caring for his sister.

Aunt Josephine continued with Allen.

They hurried down the narrow aisle.

Alan noticed that the walls on the second floor were full of portraits of men and women.

They wore strange costumes made of satin and velvet, and they were very ornate.

The people on the screen stared at Alan silently, unusually quiet.

Allen was assigned a very large room with a bathroom and an old-fashioned window seat. He could sit at the window overlooking the manor below.

"Alright, I think you'll need a little time to pack your bags, I'll go prepare the food first, and you can come down when you're done. ”

Aunt Josephine glanced at her watch and walked towards the front door of the room.

The room was so big, which bay window with a window base Alan preferred, he stepped forward and looked out the window.

Through the fluttering snowflakes, he saw the little Honda parked in the driveway.

Beyond the wall, he saw some high and low farmhouses scattered across the wilderness.

After packing up his salute, Eren headed for the door.

It was then that he saw the girl who had impressed him.

The girl who used to be at the door of the room where he lived.

The girl in a red dress woven with filigree embossing.

With a dark green toad squatting in her hand, she stood in the doorway with a blank face and a sharp gaze, but in just a second, she turned and disappeared into the aisle.

"Hey!" Alan shouted, running down the hallway, then stopped outside his bedroom door.

He looked in both directions, "Who the hell is she?"

But the long hallway was empty, and all the doors were closed.

"Albert?" Alan called out Albert's name, but no one responded to him.

Alan took one last look at the dark hallway and hurried downstairs.

"Aunt Josephine," Alan calmed his heartbeat, "is this house haunted?"

Aunt Josephine glanced at Alan nonchalantly and chuckled softly, as if she thought the question was funny.

"I'm sorry, no fuss," she said, and then, looking at Alan with those two blue eyes that were slightly wrinkled around her, "though the estate is old and large, it's not haunted. ”

"I ...... I seemed to see a little girl in a red dress. Alan said, while staring closely at Aunt Josephine's face, believing his eyes.

"You may have seen a portrait of Miss Clark. She is the only portrait that can move freely around the manor. ”

Aunt Josephine said, and then directed a row of hot dogs to jump into the frying pan in turn.

Alan was sure that her eyes were right, and that she was in the doorway, not in the portrait.

He was about to continue to ask, for example, who Miss Clark was, why she was the only one who was free to move around the entire manor, and why the figures in the pictures did not speak or move......

But as there was a knock on the door, Aunt Josephine stopped talking to Alan.

Alan didn't miss the look of relaxation that flashed across her face.

Mr. Harris and Lunn walked in, carrying a couple of suitcases.

"Ah, the snow is getting heavier! I hope your mother and Daisy will come soon." After arranging his luggage, Mr. Harris took off his thick coat and walked down wearing only his normal shirt.

He said as he tucked the hem of his shirt into his pants.

Alan was surprised to find that Mr. Harris was a little overweight after a short period of time, and his shirt seemed to be too old to be tucked in, and would always fall apart.

Mr. Harris gave up trying to tuck his shirt into his pants, rolled up his sleeves, and sat down beside Allen.

"Ha, the two of them look alike. Aunt Josephine nodded in the direction of Lunn and Allen and said to Mr. Harris.

Alan couldn't tell if it was a word of praise or not.

He and Lunn were both tall and thin, with the same blond hair and light blue eyes as Mr. Harris.

Still, Alan disagreed with Aunt Josephine's words. Where is he "serious" like Lenn.

Emily is a child, after all, and after playing in the living room for a while, she clamored to go out and build a snowman.

Alan accompanied her into the courtyard.

In the heavy snow, Allen, with the help of Mr. Harris's wand, piles up all kinds of small animals, which amuses Emily very much.

Alan was also infected, leaving what had happened before behind him.

Mrs. Harris and Daisy finally arrived before dark.

After receiving a big hug from Mrs. Harris, Alan thoughtfully accepted the gifts she had brought—all of her homemade treats.

Emily bounced to lead the way, with Mrs. Harris and Daisy following behind.

But Alan stopped, and something caught his eye.

He looked up at the two identical bay windows on the porch.

He put his hand on his forehead and squinted his eyes through the falling snowflakes.

That's right, he saw it.

A face, in the window on the left.

That girl.

It's still the same girl, upstairs, looking down at Alan below.