Page 102 of The Curse of Redwood

I left the room, hearing his laugh echo out into the hall. My confidence wavered once I was met with darkness, though. I stared down the hallway, seeing shadows stretch as far as the eye could see. I stepped back into the room and walked over to the nightstand to grab the oil lamp.

“I’m taking this with me.”

“I hope you’re able to make it outside and don’t soil your britches first.”

“Ha ha, so funny. I’ll remember how mean you were later when you wanna fuck me again. I’ll tell you to use your hand.”

“You wouldn’t deny me,” he said with a challenging gleam in his eyes. God, he was too sexy when he got cocky.

Fighting the urge to stick my tongue out at him, I exited the room and turned to go down the hall. With the curtains pulled back from the windows, moonlight spilled into the otherwise dark mansion, and with my lamp it wasn’t too scary.

That is… until I heard steps behind me.

I flung around and searched the darkness. “Hello?”

Silence.

“If you’re trying to scare me, Ezekiel James Warren, I will kick your ghost ass. I got some awesome fight moves you haven’t seen yet.”

When more silence followed, I gave up. My bladder screamed in complaint, and I continued on my way to the first floor. I jogged down the curved staircase and took the shortcut to the back door instead of going through the maze of the corridors. I placed the lamp on a small table and went outside. The cold air nipped at my exposed skin, and I hurriedly pulled out my dick to piss in the bushes. Once finished, I went back into the mansion.

The lamp was gone from the table.

“Great,” I muttered, glancing around. “Okay! Who’s fucking with me? Come on out.”

A giggle came from the right side of the room. I put my hands on my hips and walked over there, expecting to see William.

“Rose?” I asked. She hardly ever showed herself to me. “Did you take my lamp?”

“Maaaaybe.” She twirled her curly hair and smiled up at me. “Or perhaps he did.”

“Who?”

“Boo!” William leapt from the cabinet to my left, almost making me shit myself.

I screamed and jumped backward, bumping into a table and causing it to skid across the hardwood floor. Both children started laughing.

“All right, you had your laugh.” I sharply breathed out and put a hand to my chest. My heart hammered against my ribs, and I worked on calming myself down. “I’m going back to bed now.”

“I will take you!” William grabbed my right hand.

“And me!” Rose grabbed my left.

I moved my head to both sides, looking at them with suspicious eyes. Then, I smiled. They might’ve been little shitheads, but they were just kids.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

The three of us walked down a short corridor and turned into a sitting room. The arched doorway on the other side came out near the staircase. But before I could pass through it, William and Rose stopped walking.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, following their gaze. My eyes had trouble adjusting to the dark room. What were they staring at?

Rose let go of my hand and jerked away from me before disappearing.

William pulled on my arm and ran from the room, taking me with him.

“Hey, what are—”

“Please, sir,” he whispered, as we stood against the wall. His pale face peered up at me with frightened eyes, and he brought a finger to his lips. “Ssh. She’ll hear us.”