Unconsciousness
The story of Contance Hugginbotham
And the andersons.

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the story:

after a nefarious conflagration in one of finest London's houses, two parents demised ( Catherine and George Anderson ) leaving behind them three siblings,
William, Drake and Elizabeth.
The reason behind the arson is still under investigations, some say a candle fell, some say a kid threw a firework, other say a lightning stroke their marvelous house, but the real reason is still unknown.
Police were searching for the best guardians for the children, but although the children are known to be well-behaved, patient, mannerly and good looking, people refused taking more responsibilities.
until one day, the Police told the children in the orphanage that they found a very nice lady who lives in a far place in London, with a huge mansion.
She is known as Mrs. Constance Hugginbotham, a famous surrealistic kids stories author that the children might read one of her books before.
She lives there alone with one Maid that cant talk and has no voice since she met her.
The siblings were pleased and they were on their way to the very far place of Mrs. Hugginbotham in a Policeman's mobile.
when they reached the place, it looked dark, yet fancy.
her house stood on a very high hill, with thick fog and flying crows, some trees were searing slowly and others looked blooming yet not shiny.
The mansion looked old and emblazoned, a weird sign was standing on a tall front roof, it looked like an eye or something like that.
before all that, was a rusty black gate and two statues of angels, but the statues were broken and one angel seemed sad.
now it was time for them to proceed alone without the policeman with their bags to enter the garden behind the gates.

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Drake looked on the house with a bit of amazement. It seemed almost larger than their old house, but it had much more architectural design and majesty. Its presence was almost overwhelming to look at. The gate was intricately designed and has several patterns of swirls and looked almost like a piece of iron lace.
The police cart trotting off brought him back to reality. It looked like they had to go into the house alone. Glancing at Elizabeth, she looked uncomfortable. He couldn't tell if it was the house's oppression or the general fact that they all had to meat a new guardian. William just kept his head down, his hat hiding his eyes, and clutching Elizabeth's dress skirt as if he was about to be blown away.
The luggage was starting to strain Drake's muscles a bit, and decided to make the first move.
'Uhm...' He took a step forward and nudged the gate open. Expecting an ominous screech, the gates opened smoothly and lead into what looked like a garden. Drake took another step forward, and looked back at his sister and brother. They seemed calm enough. Drake cleared his throat
'We should be going now I suppose...'

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~~IT'S SO SPARKLY~~

I am the afterlife of the party~

William looks up at his older brother briefly. Then follows Elizabeth as they all walk down the path towards the house.

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Elizabeth shudders, following Drake, and holding William's small hand. She sighed, tired. "Drake..." She stares at him. "I don't like this place. It's like in my novels..." She flinched and backed away at the angel, walking up the garden with her bag of clothes and books. "I hope she's a nice person..."

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Drake unnervingly looked back at the statue and it's crumbling face.
'I'm sure it's just a coincidence. I mean...' He trailed off as he looked at the rows of lavender bushes. They neatly peaked out from their rows and were shaped into place with the cobblestone path. A few crickets scuttled around from the mildly lighter path back into the dirt and bushes, making Drake feel a bit anxious watching. 'It really can't be that bad...' he said to his siblings, and himself. 'I'm sure our guardian would be pleasant enough. It would be odd to invite someone to live in your own house if they planned to dislike them...I think.'

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~~IT'S SO SPARKLY~~

I am the afterlife of the party~

At this time, there was a woman, a very beautiful young woman in the the high front window of the mansion, though, she looked pale and apathetic.
She was looking at them with serious eyes, as she moved away.
Now it's only her, ticking her antique heels on the wooden ground of her mansion.
"Maria" she yelled.
As Maria came hurriedly, of course she couldn't respond, all she did is nod.
" our guests is here"
She said to her maid.

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