As the sun rose, Nyx's eyes flickered open to the sound of the maid, Ann, dusting the room. Ann's face remained stoic, her gaze unmoving from the task at hand. Nyx rose from her bed, and yet, Ann did not make a single acknowledgment of her presence.

Soon, Penelope arrived to escort Nyx and dress her in lavish garments. Adorned in the finest attire, Nyx wandered through the mansion with awe and admiration. She wandered through the rooms of the estate, even discovering a magnificent library where Mr. Charles sat reading.

As she explored, Nyx came across a locked door. She made an attempt to open it but to no avail. Dr. Jenkins arrived on the scene, holding the key to the door in question.

"This is a dangerous place," he warned her calmly, "entering here is prohibited without expertise." Dr. Jenkins then unlocked the door and entered the room, closing and locking it behind him.

Nyx was left with a deep curiosity about the contents of the room that Dr. Jenkins had locked.

The excitement continued to fill Nyx's heart as she made her way to the mansion's sprawling garden. The mansion was at the outskirt of a city, and close to a river. Nyx admired the garden's variety of plants, but she also recognized a graveyard far away. Nyx was enjoying the garden, but that joy was abruptly interrupted by the arrival of Thomas.

"Pathetic, you get excited by such things," he sneered, his words cutting through her like a knife. "I enter here every day and I was born with them, unlike you who lives in such an old house. You're poor."

Though Nyx was seething inside, she tried to remain composed. "I am not poor, I am middle class," she replied through gritted teeth.

"So what? You are still not rich," Thomas scoffed, his words stinging her pride.

These words left Nyx feeling despondent and unable to fully appreciate the grandeur of the mansion. The night passed fitfully, her thoughts consumed by Thomas's words.

On the next day, Thomas continued his taunts towards Nyx, making her feel small and inferior.

Thomas was a conceited boy who ate a lot and complained a lot. However, despite his big appetite, he didn't get fat because he was always active, climbing trees and running. Nyx's father liked Thomas, but Nyx herself wasn't sure how her father would feel if he saw Thomas belittling his own daughter.

As she was exploring the vast mansion, she stumbled upon a series of bedrooms that seemed to belong to the servants. One particular room caught her attention; it was spacious, with a double bed, and a large window overlooking the garden.

As she moved on to explore the mansion more, she came across another bedroom with a single bed, and on the wall, she saw a portrait of Thomas. The plaque beneath it read, "Thomas Lancaster, born 17 February 1873."

"What the hell are you doing here!" Thomas's voice startled Nyx behind her, Thomas entered the room, and his eyes grew wide with anger upon seeing Nyx. "Get out of here, you foolish girl."

Nyx hurriedly left the room, feeling scared and angry. She couldn't bear the thought of being belittled by Thomas any longer.

The next day, Nyx strolled through the gardens, relishing the sunshine and cool air. She sat on the grass, basking in the tranquility. But her peace was short-lived, for as usual, Thomas came to taunt and torment her even more.

If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it's taken without the author's consent. Report it.

"Good day, Miss Nyx," Thomas said, his tone dripping with sarcasm Nyx was growing weary of his constant abuse "I suppose it's not like you have anything better to do, being from such a lowly station and all. You really ought to know your place and stop pretending you belong here among civilized people."

Nyx seethed with anger, feeling humiliated and belittled. Without thinking, she scooped up a handful of sand and flung it at Thomas, shouting, "Shut up, shut up! Stop talking down to me like that!"

Thomas rubbed his eyes and opened them to reveal a bloodshot, fiery gaze.

"You are a monster!" he exclaimed.

Nyx froze in fear as Thomas stumbled towards her with his reddening eyes. She quickly took a step back, her heart pounding in her chest. Just as he was about to reach her, Ann, one of the servants, rushed over and grabbed him, holding him back.

"Thomas, Thomas! Let me see your eyes!" Ann demanded, turning his head towards her.

Ann is shocked and turned her face to Nyx, "Have you lost your senses?" Ann shouted at Nyx. "Look what you have done to his eyes!"

Nyx was dumbfounded. Thomas had been the one to inflict pain upon her, yet now she was made out to be the villain?

The other servants had gathered around, whispering among themselves.

"I want to hit you!" Thomas cried, lunging forward towards Nyx, but Ann held him back.

"Stop it, Thomas! We need to take care of your eyes. Let's go inside," Ann said sternly, pulling him away from Nyx.

Penelope came rushing to see what happened, then they made their way back to the house, leaving Nyx alone in the garden, still shaking with anger and disbelief at what had just happened.

Dr. Jenkins confirmed that Thomas's eyes were in good condition, but Ann could not conceal her feelings of disgust when she looked at Nyx.

That night, Nyx and Penelope sat by the fire. "Nyx, fear not, Thomas will not come near you again. Rest your mind," Penelope reassured her.

"It was an accident," Nyx said, her voice low and trembling with fury. "I had no intention of injuring his eyes. He was the one who provoked me."

"Nyx, calm yourself. What's done is done, and Thomas will no longer torment you," Penelope said in a soothing tone. Nyx was trying to calm down.

Nyx retired to her bed, her thoughts still occupied by the unpleasant encounter with Thomas. In due time, her eyes fell shut, and her breathing deepened as sleep claimed her.

However, Nyx's peaceful slumber was soon interrupted by a most alarming sensation. She felt a strange presence in the room, and upon opening her eyes, she beheld a ghastly sight: a yellow, glowing figure of a woman, floating in the air before her.

Nyx could hardly believe her eyes. Surely this could not be real. She stammered in terror, "Wh-wh-what...!"

The apparition drew nearer, causing Nyx to instinctively pull her blanket over her head and let out a scream [https://img.wattpad.com/7c2e2d06fc6a3389712acdfd708072a8368b98ca/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f5a553762684855426f4163502d413d3d2d313336303735363839322e313737316265313365613539383965343831313534313438383935342e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

The apparition drew nearer, causing Nyx to instinctively pull her blanket over her head and let out a scream. She could not fathom what this phantom wanted, or what horrors it might inflict upon her.

But later, Nyx felt nothing. Nyx removed the blanket and looked around the room, finding no trace of the ghostly figure. Had it all been a nightmare, or had she truly come face to face with a ghost?

Nyx's heart was pounding with fear, and she began to wonder if her aunts and the others in the household had heard her cries. The silence that followed suggested otherwise, leaving Nyx alone to contemplate the unsettling experience. "Was it all a dream?" she wondered to herself, but the sensation felt far too real to be dismissed so easily.

Nyx spent a restless night, fearful that the ghost might return, but thankfully, nothing reappeared.

The following morning arrived, and despite her fatigue, Nyx struggled to find any rest. The chilly air of the early morning seemed to further add to her weariness. Nyx pondered whether to tell her aunt about the ghost or if it was merely a nightmare not worth mentioning. Knowing her tendency to startle easily, she surmised that it was likely just a nightmare. Furthermore, she had no desire for Thomas to become aware of her distressing dream. Penelope noticed Nyx's exhaustion and wondered if it was a result of what had occurred with Thomas.

Several nights had passed, and there had been no reappearance of the ghost.