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A mystical mansion

It was a day of my 25th birthday, as I ate in the noblest restaurant of the city. 

Waiting for my meal to be served, I am served people around me. Most of them look like the cliche rich people: expensive clothes and jewelry and a horrible sounding fake laughter. 

But two of them caught my eyes: a mid-aged woman and a little girl, sitting on a table 5 m away from me. Due to their green and yellow designer clothes, perfectly harmonising with their dark brown skin tone, I could obviously tell that they were rich. 

But unlike the others, their laughter was one of the warmest, happiest, most honest, I had heard in years. I wondered, how they had managed to keep it in the indifferent, harsh world of the rich. 


~Timeskip~ 


2 hours later, i wandered through the streets, not really caring, where my feet took me. When I looked up, I stood in front of majestic, victorian mansion on the outskirts of the city. And while I was still looking at the house, a little boy, about five years old, grabbed my hand and dragged me inside. 

I didn't have much time to take a closer look at the room, because the boy started to run, as he dragged me behind him. What I did notice though, were the statues, gleaming white from head to toe, sitting or standing everywhere. When the little one pulled me through the fourth door, I froze. 

At a large dark wood table sat the woman and girl I had observed earlier in the restaurant. Now, however, they were wearing bright white clothes and it seemed to me that parts of their skin were also turning white.

I didn't hestitate long: I freed myself from the hold of the boy and grabbed the hands of mother and daughter. Dragging them behind me, I ran: back through the rooms with the statues, through the front door, onto the sidewalk, towards the center of the city. 

I didn't stop until I reached a park in the center of the city. 

"Thank you very much for saving us. What's your name?" , the woman said, still breathing heavily from the escape. 

"Anne. My name is Anne." 

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A/N: What do you think happened in the mansion?


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