Secrets that lay within
I open my eyes to hear the footsteps of our governess coming up the hall, I look to the ceiling between the old rotted wood and chipped paint I see a rat chewing on the beam supporting the roof of the 18th-century house where I was abandoned to as a baby. The door swings open as our governess stands in the door, She is wearing long robes the expensive type surely paid for by neglecting our needs, she wears her hair like Dracula, Pulled and puffed up as if she used a house full of hair spray to keep it from moving in the wind. Then it starts, the yelling as she always does, her treatment of us is criminal not that anyone would notice with neglected orphans.
