Life s a Collins was stressful, no doubt about it, for Jillian especially. With a rat bastard for a father, a little brother that everyone thought was crazy, a dead mother and a reputation for having no friends- life wasn’t that great. And then things got even worse when their so called uncle Barnabas showed up out of no where, which didn’t sit right with her. Her aunt was just going along with it so normally, yet was acting so strange. And if she ever asked her about it she just avoided the subject and moved it to something else. She didn’t like the lying or the secrets, Aunt Liz was always very open and honest with her, but now things were changing and she didn’t like it.
In times like this, when life didn’t feel right, Jillian her best to escape. Which for Jillian, meant either stuffing her nose into a book or hiding in work all day. Well she was already half way there, since she had been going over paper work for the reopening of the family factory all day for her aunt and now as she walked slowly up the stairs, one hand on the railing, the other held her favorite book-Alice in Wonderland. The book had become worn from being read so many times and even more, as she scanned over words she had practically memorized, she still felt like an innocent child.
When she finally made it to the top of the stairs she began down the hall towards her bedroom. She could swear she saw something up in front of her as she walked, deciding to see if David had wandered out of bed in his cut up sheet again. She made note of where on the page she left off and looked up, only for her eyes to widen in shock and fear. The book slid from her hands without fear and she stumbled back, eyes locked on the see through woman who looked much too much like her brother’s new nanny. “Oh my god” she breathed.
The ghost was now only a foot away from Jillian. She was prepared to be walked through at any moment, but was just as startled, as the girl, to realized their eyes had met. Josette gasped at the others word, then quickly slapped her hands over her mouth. It would be a disaster if she said her famous words, “Help me.” There was still a possible chance she could be mistaken for Victoria, and would not perish the chance by letting that out. Silence, on the other hand, was not the wisest coarse of action either.
Josette lowered her hands from her mouth. With an uncomfortable swallow, she held a hand out to her. “Please, do not scream, you will wake your family.” She said with pleading eyes. “You have no need to be afraid.” She would say no more until Jillian respond. Josette did not think that Jillian would mistake her for Victoria, at least not for very long, but the ghost decided it was best to stay clear of the subject.
I should not have taken the risk, she thought. To use David’s sheet, as I had done before, might have been wiser. The ghost tried to examine the girl, without making it obvious that’s what she was doing. You look just like your mother. A faint smile spread across her pale face, at the thought.
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