The Accident Part 3

PART 3

 I knock at the door. Its silent outside. The mansion is covered with ivy all around and up the wall. The garden outside is large enough for fitting four masserati, 2 on each side, left and right.

I back off after standing for 15 minutes straight and look out to the upper 2 small Palladian windows, on each side, for signs of life.
Someone is standing at the left one. In a brown loose cardigan and the inner black piece seems like a cossack. Looking right down at me. Or someone behind me.
I follow her gaze behind and jump in shock to find another person, a small boy, in the rose bushes, close to the entrance door, look right up at me too.
"Don't snoop Jaffer!", the window lady calls out to the boy and he runs around and behind the house. Disappearing.

I look up at the lady on the window and before I could call out my purpose of visiting, she left the spot and came down, what seemed from the voice inside the house, the stairs and opened the door, just a crack, and peeped outside to ask my purpose of visiting.
She looks like she's in her 50s of 60s maybe, but she's old.

"I came here to talk about Carrie. She had visited me 4 months ago and wanted to talk about the accident which took place on Moana Bridge on 20 April. I didn't reach to her after that because i.. i was myself not recovered that yet when she met me, but I.. i just want to talk about what she was about to tell me. Do you know about it?"
She stares at me for sometime and then pushes back the door to let me in. I step in and its nothing like a mansion.

The plaster on the walls have come off and the paintings look rotten over time. Many furniture are left deserted and the place..itself looks deserted. But there's a couch, also scratched and torn from many sides, just able to stand up and kept at the center of the hall. There are no stairs or inside.. or..ah no, there's one long far away beside the door leading to the top.
The lady points to the couch, the only seating in the hall, and goes inside a non-lit room, most probably kitchen. She comes out with a tray filled with 2 cups of lemon tea and a piece of cake.

"Carrie was my daughter."

I again didn't hear it wrong from Carrie. She was an orphan. Um, right?

"I moved in here after she went away. This place is since only inhabited by me." Her voice sounds down and lost. She's old, but her voice is, strangely, clear. To be honest.
"Um, do I know the boy outside?"
She takes a sip of the lemon tea and stares up at me as if I should change my question. I do.
"Um, Carrie came to me with a file which contained the reports about the accident. Do you have it?"
She gets up and disappears up the stairs to the left. Maybe she went to find the file. I shouldn't get up to search this place. I shouldn't. I won't. I won't. Should I?

I get up when it gets too heavy for me to be seated for more than 20 minutes on a couch who's torn outcomings are scratching the back of my legs and it's just, strange to sit here. Its just a house. Not a problem until I invade its privacy. I won't do that for sure.
I look around and find a room on the floor at the farmost corner. I guess it's the only room on the ground other than the 'kitchen'. Its locked. It's better locked.

I turn to search the other side but the door creaked behind me. I look back to the doorknob and maybe it's not locked. But its not unlocked..its moving. Round and about its place..its..someone is inside. I place a hand on the knob to open it but suddenly the someone inside stops budging on the knob. I wasn't about to open and the knob once again starts vigrously on the urge to be opened. The door. Its trying to get open. Click..click..click and it comes off.
The knob fell on the ground with a thud, but a silent thud.

I start sweating out of the blue. Why I am sweating? I'm not scared. Not shaken. I've experienced this before. Just sweating.

Something is coming out of the hole. Left by the knob. A bloody..scroll. it flops to the ground and the someone..is injured inside?

I'm 14. Don't expect me to behave like an adult yet. I'm sensitive and concerned.

I draw myself close to the door and whisper- "are you okay? There's blood on the scroll."
The 'someone' makes a slimy noise and..and..the file comes out the bottom of the door. It's bloody too. Now there's rummaging of things inside the door. And there's noises tapping of the foot coming from inside of the door. Someone's tapping loudly. Its getting louder and louder.. and then..someone's running down something inside. Its so loud the mansion is echoing from the voice just inside the door.

My feet and gut tell me to run but I don't know if I should. I should. I'm just...sweating.

I take my belongings off the couch and head to the entrance door when the same boy, Jaffer, is still lurking in the bushes. I open the door wide and run out the porch to the exit in between the bushes. Jaffer is not running, he's just staring at me through the dark.
I stop. I want to call out. "Why are you staring at me for so long?"
Jaffer shakes his head left and right in a jiffy and it just..keeps going on.

The tappings are so loud. It can be heard outside. It's just weird.
I leave as soon. Once I'm out the exit, I hop onto the back seat in the car my brother is driving.
I am breathing heavily though. And..sweating.
"What happened? Everything's all right?" My brother asks through the rear view mirror and driving fast.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Its just a little, weird house."
"And did you get it?"
"Yes. But its..bloody."

PART 4 COMING SOON