We-Write #10: The Manor House

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“I can’t believe we’re here!” Clara gushed, gazing at the manor house. Its front steps were preceded by carefully-laid stone, centered around a magnificent fountain. Tourists bustled around eagerly with their cameras and visitor pamphlets as the two sisters joined them.

“It says here that tours start every hour in the Grand Gallery,” said Kelly, holding up the guidebook. Clara was too busy admiring the variety of flowers that adorned the area, from the climbing vines near the elegant windows to the lush bushes around the stone path. So Kelly went back to her reading, but with a smile. It was nice to see that the manor was already living up to Clara’s expectations.

After a brief distraction by a duck swimming in the fountain, the sisters quickly made their way inside. As they mounted the marble stairs, Clara’s excitement became tangible, an emanation of joy that merged with the curiosity of the other tourists.

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On their way up they came across a large hall, a large place in a circular shape, the marble floor, with many entrances and the edges of each entrance was pure gold, and above each of them there was a picture where the images seemed real, had movement and moved according to the story told about the Heismer family.

Clara totally excited embraced Kelly and said "It's the best gift you've ever given me sister", the emotion of the place was evident, the faces of the tourists were a mixture of surprise, joy and curiosity, they were all waiting there, since they couldn't pass through any of the entrances, they had an invisible cape or door that prevented them from going through them.

Suddenly a very distinguished and elegant woman appeared "Welcome to the Great Gallery on behalf of the Heismer family, the tour of this hour will be led by Dexter who can clarify any doubts or curiosity you have, every hour starts a new tour, must be kept together to avoid any situation of danger," said Jenny the head of public relations of the place. Kelly was thoughtful with Jenny's last words, but preferred not to give it so much importance.

Dexter made a movement with his right hand from top to bottom three times in front of one of the entrances, just above this was the painting that showed in movement the battle between Simon Heismer against Reidel Meller one of the most feared tyrants of the seventeenth century, the entrance was made accessible to all present.

"Follow me, please don't touch weapons that could get hurt," said Dexter.

As they advanced, Dexter spoke to them about everything around them, the tourists captivated by the shapes and finish of the weapons used at that epoch, were recording with their cameras, it looked like a sanctuary to the elements that helped bring down the evil spread by Reidel Meller.

"Clara this is like entering a cave, so many memories of the past that have made our beautiful present possible," commented Kelly wrapped in deep gratitude.

"It's impressive!"

In that place there were small floating tables, some with passports and others with citrus drinks and water. At the end of the corridor they retreated and Dexter was now talking about the weapons and items on the right side of him.

It seemed like something very well planned, it took just an hour on that route, to get to the center in the Great Gallery. They were awaited by a young woman named Zanthia with features that betrayed her friendly character, "Dear tourists, now we are going to live the experience of the most delved romance in the history of mankind".

Zanthia made a movement with her right hand from top to bottom three times in front of one of the entrances, just above this was the picture that showed Roxil Heismer in motion with her beloved Oliver tangled in his sheets, in his favorite bedroom.

"Kelly, I can almost hear your excitement," Clara whispered to her sister as she looked at the painting.

"So did I." Kelly was blushing at what she was looking at.

"You will understand why this tour is not allowed to minors," Zanthia said with a smile on her face.

They entered the corridor, the place had large red curtains that covered part of the walls, the black marble floor, lighted red candles located in some points of the place, some small floating tables with aphrodisiac raisins and drinks that were Roxil's favorite.

There were many shelves, one where the letters of the lovers were and if you took some letter and opened it you could hear the voice of the sender saying what was written in it, Zanthia said that the voices that were heard were a reproduction at 99% similarity with the original voices.

All the tourists began to open the letters and were exalted by their passionate content, Clara restlessly opened one of the letters Oliver sent Roxil and listened to those phrases full of passion and declaration of love in almost every paragraph that composed it.

"How is it possible that in this era the power of transmitting through writing has been lost, now they just send an emoji to your phone and they think they say a lot with that," Kelly said.

"I agree with you" commented a very handsome young man, with very striking gray eyes because his eyelashes were very dark.

"Yes, really?" Kelly replied without being able to say anything else, was intimidated by the young stranger; she visually searched for Clara and went quickly to where she was.

Clara was checking another shelf, there were many of the gifts the lovers had given themselves: jewels, dried flowers attached to love poems, books.

"Clara! I've seen the cutest boy on the face of the earth," said Kelly.

"Your little sister? you say that to me? the one who doesn't see the superficial, nor is she interested in the physical. You're okay?," Clara said as she touched Kelly's forehead as if joking that she was sick.

"Enough," said Kelly taking her hand off her forehead,

"I know what I'm telling you, it's beautiful, it's captivating, it looks like a prince."

"Where is he? suddenly he has a brother" Clara said looking back and forth.

On the penultimate shelf were the most erotic kisses that the extroverted and charming Roxil had received, the small moving pictures showed the kisses with some of her lovers.

Kelly was missing the emotion of the journey looking for her prince, they had already reached the last shelf, Zanthia was narrating some important facts in the life of the sister of the illustrious Simon Heismer, who was known for her frivolities, eroticism and sentimental conflicts. There was the weapon with which Roxil was murdered by one of her lovers, the letter that the murderer wrote before taking his own life that same day and the image of the murderer lover hanged in his bedroom.

"Kelly, don't waste any more of your time looking for him, he's gone, enjoy the tour" said Clara a little annoyed.

Some tourists opened the letter left by the assassin to listen to its contents, suddenly Kelly was startled when she heard the voice coming from the letter, it was the same as the unknown young man and she told her sister.

"Zanthia, do you have a picture of the killer where he's not hanged?"

Zanthia pointed to a picture on the shelf of Roxil's erotic kisses, and there was Roxil kissing the killer. When Kelly saw the painting, she was completely paralyzed from the panic.

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