I remained tranquil as I tried to find a perfect spot to carry her; going up the hill again and back to the house seemed hard work. Then my eyes… they found something… A hat… no not a hat… not the right word. A cone hat with handles like a straw hat and his all soft like someone made it. It can’t be… am I helping a witch? No. not possible. It can’t be. I felt vehemently sure that this is not a witch; I haven’t been possessed yet. I tugged her against my back, wrapping my arms under her sitting body-part and I climbed back to the top with my feet and the rocks sticking out; with the cat trotting with me like usual.

As I go through the forest once again; I remember the walks I always go to with my Mom. She always told me of the wonderful nature and draws me the beautiful paintings of nature with the materials she used; dye, water, ink, and her feather pen. Plus with full focus and imagination; she created a masterpiece. Too bad she left them behind at the old house; she can’t do them anymore and I really would love to gaze at its beauty once again. I got back to the House before sunset and before the Watchmen was doing the job. I got inside with my teeth twisting the knob and pulling the door with my feet. I managed to get her to Jack-Beds my father built for me, my mom, and himself. I dropped her to the highest Jack-Bed and returned to the tables reading through the English Primer. I kept watch on those two. That Cat was keeping guard.

“Who said you can be the watchperson?” I stated to the cat randomly. I rolled my eyes and kept reading and skidding through the crappy stories

“My Friend” A sudden voice made me jump; I was appalled when that suddenly was heard. My head jerked around the room like crazy; is a witch watching me?! Is it Satan?! Is it God?! I was panicking.

“Calm down, it’s only me.” I turned my direction to the voice and it lead to that cat.

“So you are the agent of Satan!” I yelped out of nowhere.

“No… I’m a friend of Eliza.” He commented at my response. “She has been asleep for a couple of days now; you can tell that she is alive breathing fine and healthy.”

“Why the hell did u want me to bring your ‘friend’ to my house?”

“Better than laying on the snow freezing to death.” The cat nodded his head; it had a male voice.

“The Name is Ranto, and if you don’t take care of my friend; you will not have a pretty experience.”

“Better than marrying a snotty kid.” I snorted back at him.

“Fine. I’ll tell you the reason tomorrow… Just get some sleep.” He yawns and lies down on Eliza’s Stomach. I stare at that ‘thing’ for moments before I go up the attic; lay on the soft feathers against my cold and tired body.

I flicker the lamp on and my eyes drifted to slumber…

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