A Forgotten Song

Chapter I : The Arrival of the Bayes

As she watched her surroundings pass her by absent mindedly and half asleep, she wondered why her parents made her come with them to meet her grandparents?

Those crusty old farts never bothered to reached out anyway so why now...?

Marilyn's thoughts trailed off as she constraint herself from checking her friends profiles in social media, living their best lives with the other lucky losers who didn't have to go anywhere.

She hated admitting it -even only in her conscience- that she missed those dorks.

If only I could ha-

Her thoughts came to an abrupt end as the car halted to a sudden stop.

"Darling, are you awake?",Her mother sweetly asked.

"Yes, Mum",She yawned as she rubbed her eyes.

"You seem a bit tired poppet, why don't you take a nap after we get settled in?,Her father suggested as he opened her mum's car door.

"Nah, I'll be ok", She answered as she opened the car door.

"Are you sure love?", Her mother asked

"Positive",she said as she hoped out.

"Well if you're that spirited, you should have no problems helping us with the bags",Her father retorted as he opened the trunk.

Realising that she sort of waltzed into that one, she quickly yawn saying,"Ohhh, maybe you were right mum I do feel a bit tired" as she bolted into the house as she heard laughter ring.

When she reached the foyer, she took in just how large the house was. Large and empty.

As she marveled at the paintings she heard a voice from up the stairs.

"Sebastian?",A frail voice called out.

Marilyn's head wiped around trying to locate the source of sound, as she spotted an old woman at the top of the stairs.

"Is that you Maryum?",Her grandmother asked causing Marilyn to wince as she quite liked her name and preferred people not change it according to their preference.

"Oh how you've grown!", Her Grandmother exclaimed as she hobbled down the stairs.

That is when Marilyn Charlotte Bayes had an intrusive thought of toppling the old codger off the stairs, this notion was naturally accompanied with the acceptance that she herself was to burn in hell with the rest of the sinners, But that stays between you and me, capiche?

"Ohh I mistook you for your father with your hair cut that short", Her Grandmother said as she peered at her face through her granny glasses.

"Insert unsolicited advice",thought Marilyn.

"Maybe you should let it grow past your shoulders dearie,i would look more proper"

"More ladylike you mean less like me?", Marilyn sneered disdain fully in her thoughts.

"Oh you look so alike to your father and your hair, but your eyes...",Her words drifting away as she shook her head.

"Now, where is your father?", her Grandmother inquired. "I haven't seen him in so long!"

"He's getting the bags out of the car", Her mother said from the foyer.

Marilyn's Grandmother's eyes flashed with something she just couldn't put my finger on as she turned her head to face my mother.

"Evelyn, how nice it is to see you",Her Grandmother said with a closed eyed smile.

Turning to her, Marilyn's Grandmother told her,"Why don't you settle into you room dearie?, it's the 5th one on the left of the 2nd floor"

She looked to her mother who gave her an encouraging nod. So she turned on her heels and bounded up the stairs case.

As she reached the second floor, she was greeted (more like jump scare-)
By a painting of a man, though the painting looked so realistic it could have been picture.His face was distorted, with blood seeping out of his eyes while his lips maintained a smile which didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Jeez grandma, morbid interior design much?", She commented feeling slightly disturbed. Her mind raced as she walked to her room.

This is seriously creepy, I really want to get out of this house as fast as I can, I mean that painting was such a red flag, like this is the way people in horror movies die don't they? By not seeing the signs?

As she reached the door of her room, she took a deep breath and grasped the door knob tightly as she pushed open the door.

"Normal enough I guess...",She muttered as plopped on her bed.

"So this is where I'll be staying for the summer,eh? Goodluck..."

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A/N: This the first book I've ever wrote so I would love to hear some constructive criticism.