“Not again,” Christopher Mulholland thought. “Why! Why does she do this?”, and then it all came back to him.
Every.
Little.
Detail.
When he heard Ivanna all his mind allowed him to think about was her wrinkly face; it was as wrinkled as a crumpled piece of paper. Her hair was as red as blood. Her eyes though, were a different story. They were deep, ocean blue, standing out against her pale complexion. As fluid as her eyes looked, they were capable of sharp stares. Almost as sharp, in fact, as her chin. In and of itself, her chin was so sharp it must have been used on her victims, like Christopher.
Ding Dong, Christopher heard the doorbell ring, pulling him away from his thoughts. Then he realized that, the person at the door,…show more content… ”I don’t think so I’m kind of stuck here on the fourth floor,“ he replied to himself. Then Christopher heard Gregory start walking downstairs to the den to sign the guest book, which only had one name, Christopher Mulholland.
”Why would I do this to myself?“ Gregory Temple said to himself, on the fourth floor. ”How could I be so oblivious to what is going on around me. There had to of been some kind of sign, like that voice I heard, and how Patricia replied when I told her what the voice said to me.“ ”That was me,“ Christopher said. ”Who was that?“ Gregory said a little shaken. ”I’m the person who told you to you shouldn’t stay here, but you didn’t listen to me. Why didn’t you listen to me in the first place? You would think that if you heard a voice that there was something peculiar going on.“ ”Well I just thought I may have been crazy and, and was just hearing things. Sorry,“ Gregory said annoyed. ”So now what are we going to do here?“
”Christopher Mulholland, Christopher Mulholland,“ Gregory said.
”Such a charming boy,“ Ivanna said walking in the den. ”That name sounds awfully familiar.“ ”It does? That’s…show more content… No. But he was sure a handsome young man. A tall, handsome young man, just like you,“ Ivanna said eyeing him with a devious look on her face. ”Do you see how long ago his entry was? It has been a year since his entry.“ ”Well, my, my, how time does fly by us. I would have never known. Now dear why don’t you come over here, sit down on the sofa while I grab you a cup of tea.“ ”No, no. I didn’t mean you any trouble. I’m just going to sign the guest book and get out of your way.“ As Gregory was signing the book he heard Ivanna fiddling with the tea cups and saucers. So when he was done signing the book, he took a seat on the sofa. Then he was back at it with the topic of Christopher Mulholland. ”Christopher Mulholland… Christopher… Mulholland. It rings a bell. I just don’t know where I heard his name from. Mulholland. . .Christopher Mulholland. . . Wasn’t that the name of an Eton schoolboy who was on a walking tour through the west country, and then all of a sudden…“ ”Milk?“ Ivanna asked, ”and sugar?“ ”Can I have sugar but no milk please?“ ”No problem.“ ”Thanks, now back to what I was saying. Then all of a
