Miss Elton tried to approach confidently. The Victorian woman nodded, then took Miss Elton's hand and pulled her gently while her other hand was still holding the crinoline. She arrived at the door that was locked tightly, took from his pocket a key that was clustered and held together. She searched one by one while humming a classical song. The people in the back grew horrified at that sound.
"Mr. Cake, what is your percentage of that woman?” whispered Miss Zouch, looking behind the victorian woman.
"Percentage on what if I may ask, Mademoiselle Zouch?"
“Human or not, that's what I mean! After all, her skin is so pale!”
Cake nodded in understanding.
"That makes sense. This is just a baseless assumption. I mean, if his eyes were red it could be over fifty percent?” Cake gives opinion not seriously.
"Besides, this villa has rumors of spirits hanging around a 1950s Victorian girl."
"Uh, what?" asked Cake curiously.
No less than two minutes, the sound of pulling behind the keyhole made people relieved. The door opened. The Victorian woman paused for a moment as if it was unnecessary for a normal person who would prefer to go straight in.
"You don't want to come in?" She looked back. Her lips with black lipstick smile broadly.
Everyone no exception, was horrified to see that smile. The problem is the gust of wind before sunset slightly makes the hairs on the spine shiver. Besides that, the mountainous area makes the air cooler than usual.
The lights were on, with two electric heaters nearby. The interior is very victorian and luxurious than the outside. The base is impossible without the carpet, not even the walls. Chandeliers that look clean without cobwebs. Everything looks fresh and cleaned regularly. Even a fireplace that is wide enough with a design that might use the services of a craftsman whose quality is not kidding.
The woman is standing right in the living room or from the entrance a little straight. Her face was still covered by a hat that everyone could only see was her mouth with the black lipstick.
“Well, thanks for choosing us! Welcome to the Zippouch Obsolete House, my guests." She bowed with both hands holding the crinoline. Like women in the Victorian era in general.
Some people instead of sitting, they approach the electric heater. Even Cake whose body was a little less fit also did the same thing,
“As you can see, Obsolete house uses Victorian style ornaments. We design wholeheartedly for the convenience of our guests. On the exterior using teak wood. Anyway we are completely Victorian.”
Someone raise your hand.
"Yeah, little miss?"
“Is a roof that is not made conical also a Victorian style? Thank you, and don't call me little miss." Gwen was a little annoyed.
Beckey and Cake held back their laughter to the max. Yet everyone except them laughed loudly.
“Ah… pardon me… um…?”
“Gwendoline Pusscat.”
"Yes, yes, about the exterior, we don't really use a style that is too classic. After all, it will require materials that are more expensive and difficult to find. Well, at least the position that is still angular can still be said to be a modern Victorian. How about it, little Miss Pusscat?” She explained which still alludes to the physique of the famous British Detective.
Gwen wanted to vent those emotions, but she remembered Beckey's words that she needed to be more professional. This time he had to give up.
"Okay, I will explain the parts of this house, later you can check it yourself. On the ground floor, we are currently standing, the living room, straight back without going through the stairs, there is a kitchen, a dining area, a bathroom with a toilet, separate for women and men, and two bedrooms. While on the first floor, there are only six bedrooms and toilets. Outside there is also a terrace which can be used by anyone who wants to relax or smoke maybe? she added, pointing to the side near the sofa. "Ah! You can play the piano too. Please representatives from you, check first. While I'm still here."
Cake and Gwen checked the first floor, while Elton and Beckey went into the rooms just below the stairs going up to the first floor.
Exactly about ten minutes, just as the sun was setting, Cake and Gwen came down. Meanwhile Elton and Beckey had returned first. They agreed that it was all according to what the victoria woman had said.
"Good. Next I will read the rules that must be maintained. Well, I'm sure this is just a standard to be found in all lodgings. First, you may not damage or steal equipment or supplies. Second, use electricity and water as needed. Third, it's best to use an electric heater, because I haven't stocked up on firewood or charcoal. Tomorrow I will come to bring it. Fourth, at least every day the place should be cleaned. We provide three vacuum cleaners. Fifth, each person is prohibited from losing room key and one person will hold the master key.”
The woman gave the master key and all the room keys to Miss Elton. She then ordered Miss Elton to distribute it herself. Then she offered the opportunity to ask everyone before he proceeded to further information.
“Are the rumors true? About the ghost of Victoria wandering around taking souls to burn?” asked Miss Zouch excitedly.
"Hey, what's with that question?" interrupted the bearded man with a look of fear on his face.
The Victorian style woman approached.
“I take that as an interesting impression of selling this place,” she added, turning to everyone. “Well, my previous guests also often ask strange things. I'm not going to cover up. First, someone once said that the fireplace lit itself. Second, which is quite odd, they saw something in the basement.”
"What's so weird about the basement?" Gwen asked confusedly.
The woman shrugged.
"Did you check for a basement presence?"
Gwen looked into Cake's eyes and shook her head confidently. It was natural because it wasn't possible on the first floor and indeed there is not a single door leading to the basement. While Beckey and Elton also refuses for sure.
Hey, hey, you mean the previous guest walked into a room that wasn't really there? What kind of joke is this? I wasn't told beforehand that all of us were staying at the haunted villa?” The man in the white coat looked up frantically.
He immediately rushed out. But the two women who were teasing Gwen held him back.
“You are a man, Quill! At least look like St Eadbert!”
For a moment Miss Fernsby's words made the beard face that Miss Elton had said from the start like a thug grew fiercer and fearless.
“I'll bet Deek is a coward!” Unfortunately that sentence still does not allow Quill to get out of that place. At least Elton explained that it was just a rumour.
"Okay then, I'll explain to the next point-"
Cake interrupts.
“Sorry, mademoiselle, you should at least introduce yourself first. At least, take off your hat which doesn't protect you from the hot sun at all?”
A moment of awkwardness. While everyone also put a great curiosity. Though not as big as St Eadbert and Quill who were more shrouded in fear.
The Victorian woman was a little reluctant. She breathed heavily. The hat slowly opened. Black hair in the shape of a braided bun, her pale white skin clearly visible. Even more eye-catching were her fiery red eyes with black eye shadow. Everyone was shocked, especially the two men that they were prancing backwards. And Cake, who was even more shocked when the statement about the red eyes was true, made Miss Zouch fall into a daze.
“I know what you are thinking, my guests, I am not a ghost. I am the sole owner of this villa and several other villas of Obsolete Houses in different places. Call me Dorothy.” Then he put the hat back on.
She took a paper from her side pocket. She attends all people who are divided into core and additional tenants. Starting with three people on the additional tenants, then mentioning one by one the names of the core tenants. Surprisingly, when she mentioned the name of this one person, no one raised a question to confirm the presence.
“Dolores Yates? Miss Yates?” the woman who asked to be called Dorothy had mentioned it three times.
Everyone looked surprised. Meanwhile Cake and Gwen also felt weird.
“So, Miss Dorothy? We really didn't invite Dolores Yates?" Miss Elton spoke up.
"Eh? How come? Did you book the wrong room? Or misswrite adding a person?” Dorothy asked back makes Cake frowned.
"No, that's according to the statement. To be honest, the rooms are quite spacious, made to order and each room is sufficient for two people. We did order eight. Anyway we are quite satisfied. But I don't remember writing down the name?” Miss Elton nodded confidently.
The Victorian woman even looked confused. Everyone started asking questions.
“We agreed that only six people could attend the reunion. Isn't that right, Fernsby?" Miss Corbyn asked her friend.
Miss Fernsby nodded and then asked another of her friends the same thing.
The bearded man took his cell phone from his jeans pocket and displayed a message indicating that the event was called the reunion of the 'six remaining photography club'.
"Could it be a technical glitch, Miss Dorothy?" Gwen asked.
"Unfortunately that is not possible. Because all the costs were borne on behalf of Dorothy Yates. And supposedly, it was the 'seventh guest'.
Everyone looks confused even Cake. He whispered asking what really happened to Miss Zouch.
“Dolores Yates, long time no news at all, haven't even sent a message since our group disbanded. Haven't appeared in 15 years," whispered Miss Zouch.
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