Chapter 38

The walk up two flights of stairs was pure torture. As my chest burned and I struggled to breathe, I started to feel a little sympathy towards Silas. As he stopped several times to stretch his muscles. When we finally arrived at the top floor, we walked for a really long while, following the twists and turns of the hallway.

Silas finally dropped my suitcase and bag before a door in an hallway leading towards a set of double doors. My curiosity piqued as I began to ponder what mysterious laid beyond the velvet doors with gold forming intricate patterns against the wood, similar to that of the front door.

"What's behind that door," I asked after allowing Silas to catch his breath. He followed my pointy finger to the doors and he smirked. This should be good…as long as ghosts weren't involved.

"Well, if you must know, Miss. Malcolm," he started to speak with posh accent but dropped it when it made him out of breath. "Thats your room!"

My eyebrows shot through the ro