126 Ghouls of death- Part 3 (2/2)

”My apologies,” the man bowed, glaring at the woman and then turning his back to entertain his other guests.

She let out a sigh to hear Nicholas ask, ”Are you okay?”

”Yeah. I am okay,” she touched her arm to feel the light sting of pain on her skin which was covered with the full length sleeves she had worn.

Returning back to Rune mansion along with Nicholas and Warren, she walked around the mansion, spending time with the lamb in the horse shed whom she had grown fond of. Going back inside the mansion as the time turned to night, bringing the darkness along with it, Heidi roamed through the corridors of the mansion which wasn't frequently used. Walking through the scarcely lit corridors, she stood in front of the large portrait where the moonlight passed through the window next to it. Louise Perone -Nicholas' mother looked even more beautiful under the moonlight. Wondering if there could be any more paintings of her in the painting room, Heidi made her way there.

Pushing the door open wide which was slightly ajar open, she stepped into the room. Her feet carried forward to where many canvas was stacked in the corner. Going closer, she began looking at the pieces one by one. There were very few scenery or landscape paintings and more of an art which she didn't understand. Finding one painting of his mother, she smiled looking down at it. It was a painting where Louise was in a kitchen, cooking something on the fire. The colors were dark and dull but something about the picture told her that it wasn't imagination but a memory when Nicholas was a small boy. While looking through the other paintings, she came across something she would have never guessed. All the paintings were painted on large boards but this one brought out the gore that took place years ago. It was a room where a little boy sat in the corner with the floor painted red. It was a detailed piece which was painted with different shades of red.

Just as she continued to look at it, she heard a sound of snap making her lift her head to see the shadow she had come across before in the garden standing not too far away from her. Panic filling her mind, she felt the air being sucked out of her body. Her hands grew cold and numb as she stared at the bony creature that laid under the black ragged cloth.

Suddenly she heard a sound of snap, this time coming from the door to see Nicholas standing there. When her gaze went to fall back on the creature, she found it to be nowhere.

'W-what was that?” She asked as he walked into the room.

”That is a ghoul,” he answered. His eyes fell on the canvas she was holding and then took it from her hand to look at it before putting it down.

”Ghoul? What was it doing here?!” Heidi asked him in worry.

”Don't fret, darling. They are mine,” he offered her a smile, ”They won't hurt you, not unless I ask them too.”

Back in the Scrimgeor's mansion, Mr. Scrimgeor was in his private bath thinking about what happened after lunch. He ran his over his cheek where the human had slapped him. As he cleaned himself in the tub, a shadow creeped slowly into the room to stand in front of the man who had his eyes closed. The shadow raised it's hand, it's bony skeleton hands teaching towards the man chest as it hovered not too far from him.

When Mr. Scrimgeor opened his eyes to open the faucet of hot water it was too late as the ghoul dipped it's hand into his chest as he screamed his lungs out until the heart was squeezed out to let it burst inside his chest with no mark left on the outside.