The Psychic Life of Rose Wheeler: Chapter Three

We went down the hall. We passed a living room, sitting room, kitchen, and a powder room. At the end of the hall, we came to a grand staircase. They were made out of the rich oak that grows around here, I remember Father saying when he was describing it for us.

We went to the top of the stairs and came across yet another sitting room. Shane led me to the left and in front of a white door. I looked at him and he opened the door for me.

The room was amazing. The walls were powder blue and had white molding. The floor was hardwood and was in perfect condition. In the middle of the room and up against wall was the most elegant bed I have ever seen in my entire life. It was made of dark wood and had a canopy made out of blue silk fabric that matched the wall's shade of blue. The actual bed spread was a deep blue, like the shade of the ocean. There were a dozen pillows neatly placed on my bed, from biggest to smallest, matching the the canopy's color. In front of a dark bureau was a couch the color of the bed spread. It was old-fashioned, maybe the mid- or late 1800's. It was matching with a sitting chair and a wood table made from the same wood the bed was made from. There was a door that led to what I thought to be the bathroom.

"Omigod, it's beautiful. If my room looks like this, then what does yours look like?" I turned to look at him. I assumed that his room was way grander than mine, considering he was Father's favourite child and all.

Shane turned and left the room. I was quick to follow. He went past the stairs and stopped in front of yet another white door. He opened the door and went to the middle of the room. He looked up and spun around once with his arms spread open as wide as they would go.

"This, my dear sister, is my room." He landed on the mahogany bed with a thump. Shane's room layout was exactly like mine. His bed was just four posts and had a more modern bed spread than mine. The colors were light brown and blue. His walls were a deeper shade of blue than mine.

"Wow. This is amazing. I wonder why Father gave me a room that is almost as spectacular as yours?" I asked. The question wondered through my head, begging for an answer. Just as I had thought about that for a moment. I began shivering uncontrollably.

Shane rushed over and led me to my own bathroom. "You need to take a nice warm bath and after what you've done today I would say it's absolutely necessary." He left e in my room. He went into my bathroom and ran what I assumed to be the hot water, at least I hope it's the hot water.

He came out of the bathroom and headed toward the door that led out to the hall. HE turned back to face me. "When you're done, I'll be downstairs." He closed the door partially, but opened it enough so that he could fit his head back in. "Oh, and be prepared to feel the wrath of Dad." he smiled then closed the door completely.

I took off my wet clothes and hopped into the nice warm water. It was the first time I looked at the detailing in the bathroom. It had gold walls and a porcelain sink, tub and toilet. The bath tub was on a little platform overlooking the front yard. As I looked out the window I noticed that there was a boy, about my age out in front of the house across the street. I didn't notice the house at first, but it was there, white and plain. The boy looked like he was arguing with someone, but no one, man or ghost, was there. Mental Note: Meet the people across the street as soon as possible.