Welcome to Meverly!
"I told you, Carter, this is a shortcut!" Auselle, my Step-Mom's voice rose upward as if she was singing with a constant tone added with a hum as she happily gave out her statement, glancing back to assure herself that we were listening.
You heard me loud and clear. She is not my real mother. And that is to say...
Yes. You probably figured that out.
A newborn orphan, a homeless child who looked like a sheepskin, lying in a warm basket, covering my fragile, bare, pinkish skin with large banana leaves.
By the time I was nine, my mother had already enlightened me and told me about my unknown past. She found me outside their house. She felt bad seeing me at the time, so she had no choice but to embrace me.
And yet here I stand, Living my life to this day!
What about Ricky and Sandra? They are my siblings, of course. Not by blood, but by heart.
The two of them?
They're the real official siblings, and I'm just a kid who has no place in this family.
I look upon them as my true family. These people take good care of me. I don't have a clue who my real parents are.
I just didn't think about it.
I've stopped asking questions, and I don't intend to pursue them anymore.
But watching the tense woman looking for her son, it reminded me of...
What if my birth parents were trying to find me all this time?
What do you think my expression would be? Or how would I go about it?
Honestly, I'm not sure how I feel.
I still cannot deny the little fact that a spark of curiosity remains in the farthest corner of my heart, hiding deep within the shadows, searching for clues and answers about my whole identity.
Even though my mom and my siblings were the ones who raised me and completed the missing pieces of myself, I was still gaining some sense of self as to who I am today.
But what really worried me was, "How come I always feel so lost, like I'm not a part of this world?"
Something doesn't feel right. It's like I have a deep desire for someone or something that I don't even know how to explain. I don't know. Perhaps that's just-
"You were saying, Carter? What were you mumbling about?" Sandra asked out of the blue.
My elbows that were placed on the glass window of the caravan and my wrist supporting my left cheek fell the moment she questioned me, which took my attention and focus away from thinking about my life and my existence.
"W-what!? Have I said anything? No, I-"
"Ugh, I hate the news!" growled Ricky. He took the remote and shut down the TV that annoyed him.
"Are we even there yet?" Ricky impatiently asked and at the same time stopped my dialogue, which prevented me from explaining my excuses to Sandra.
Mother didn't say a word. She was holding the steering wheel and driving seriously when I noticed we were crossing a big black gate. At the end of the road there was a big manor house.
It seemed kind of Gothic. Like a scary haunted house that can be inhabited by strange creatures like scary monsters or scary ghosts, just like you would normally see in horror movies. Sounds that way if I describe it.
The caravan stopped and parked close to the great fountain of the pond. Sandra and Carter drove the door out.
"Welcome to Meverly!" A butler stood up and waited at the door. He began by welcoming us with a warm and luminous smile. He wore a classic beige suit, his red tie was firmly fastened, and he even had a pointed cinnamon mustache under his nose.
"My name is Lincoln, the housekeeper of this manor. It is a pleasure to meet you! -" He presented himself sincerely.
"And it is my pleasure to serve you at all costs!" He bowed politely and treated us as though we were a sort of fanciful royalty.
I suddenly had goosebumps the minute he showed up.
His smiles were wide and long and as he gazed his sight towards my direction, the way he looked at me seemed weird in a sense that the moment he stood in front of the entrance gate to open it, he still managed to maintain his composure of wearing a smirk on his face. My internal organs were shaking, but I tried to regain control.
"Thank you!" Mom sends her regards.
I don't know if I was the only one who noticed his odd demeanor, but the way Lincoln smile seemed very unnatural, as if it wasn't human.
Mom and Sandra got all the stuff out of the caravan. Lincoln lent us a hand, bringing the things inside the manor.
I muttered, "M-ma-" The weight of the boxes I was carrying was heavy while Sandra purposely added more weight above it with the things she was getting from the back of the caravan.
I wanted to pester Sandra, but I couldn't talk because of the pile of things I was carrying just to put it inside the manor. As I looked at Sandra, I saw her malicious grin. I grimaced slightly toward her and rolled my eyes as my answer and intentionally stepped upon her foot as my vengeance.
"Ow!" Sandra shrieked. She glared at me, but I replied with a taunt and continually ignored her arrogance after that.
The boxes were so heavy, I couldn't help but bring them to the ground. I went back and forth to pick up and carry some of our precious stuff that was still left in the back of the caravan.
When I finished unloading it all, I sighed and sat on a chair, wiping my face in sweat.
"I decided to take you here," Mom said as she lowered the things she was carrying on the table, and then she turned her body to look in our direction.
"And I know it's not new for you to hear this, but-" she paused, wiped the sweat on her forehead and then kept talking.
"From now on, we'll stay here." Mother's deposition ended.
Chapter 03Wellhouse and The Enchanted GardenCarter's POV:"From now on, we'll stay here." said Mother.Sandra was thrilled to hear it. Since it was also our first time living in the manor.But as for me? Believe me. I'm exactly the other way around"Why here, mother?" Isn't this manor house too big for a family like ours? I mean, since it's just the four of us!" I objected, and I made my complaint as an implicit suggestion."I know. Aren't you even excited to live and roam through this beautiful home that I inherited from my great-great-grandmother?"As I gaze around, I can say that it was wide and spacious even though there were a lot of old items and sentimental objects that occupied the interior space of the room. I still didn't know why mom made the decision to move here.The place did not satisfy my taste, even though it had all the good characteristics and q
Chapter 04The Long Lost Key of LincolnCarter's POV: The galvanized iron roof was already chipped; mosses were growing on the paved walls. The bell was suspended under iron, and the pigments of its outer convex surface were rusted and withered. Even the old rope appeared severed and worn. I attempted to look into the well. It seemed deep, as the walls of the concave interior paving stones that advanced towards the end were enveloped in darkness. "Hello?" That was a dumb idea of me calling for someone in the well. My voice rang out. I could hear my voice bounce out of a deep well. I took one cent out of my pocket and threw it into the well. I expected to hear a coin fall on the water or on the ground, but it did not. Weird. How far is this thing headed? I- "Hmm, looks like you're having some fun..." My heart almost dropped as I heard someone talking from behind. I gasped. "Lincoln, You scared me! I thought I would fall into that pit out of fear! Jeez..." "I am sorry. I had no
Chapter 05The Getaway HousekeeperCarter's POV:"I just found this key in the woods," Ricky asserted when Auselle undressed him."But it appears odd, as a partial half of it is missing." He added, but his voice was mutilated by the turned dress he was bred to remove. As soon as she got Ricky's clothes, she went to the laundry and put the stained clothes on the basket.It might be better for me to keep this key temporarily! You never know what this key might open." His way of speaking was tainted with intention.He then placed the key in his side pocket and left Ricky, Sandra and Carter uncertain.Lincoln, without a flaw, graciously turned his back around, but before he even dared to walk out and flee, I pulled his arm to rotate his body back to face us."Hey!" I halted Lincoln."You cannot take what my brother had-" I
Chapter 06The Curious MindsCarter's POV: When I reached the garden, I hid on the side where there were large bushy leaves, so I would not be easily noticed. I carefully kept my distance as far as possible and restrained my steps to make no unnecessary noise of rustling on the ground. The rhythm of the bell was still strong and continual. It was making a noise, but as I was getting closer to the spot to take a look, it became deafening, and I could hear it even louder. I covered my ears, but it didn't serve any purpose. The sound continued to flutter through my eardrums. I just had to stand for it. I tried to look through the brush leaves to see what Lincoln intended to do. First, he pulled the key out of the lace that was around her neck. Second, he approached the edge of the well. He knelt and bent his body to match the height of the well wall.
Chapter 07Temporary OrdinaryCarter's POV:"Have you come across Lincoln? It looks like he wasn't here last night," Mom said after sipping her caramel latte.I made my way to the table where Sandra and Ricky were having breakfast."He never even said goodbye. If he was leaving or anything, he should have let us know."We turn our heads toward each other with a serious and thoughtful look, as if we were transmitting signals or messages that we could only understand.It was like our minds were united during these moments. We saw what happened yesterday evening."What have you three been up to?" Mom got skeptical. She placed her cup of coffee at the table, then began to narrow her eyes, and her gaze appeared to sting."It's nothing, mom," Ricky did his best to act normal, but I could see his nose begin to sweat as he repl
Chapter 08FallacyCarter's POV: "Mr. Wister!" Call from the professor. I did not realize the time that I slept in oblivion in my chair, waiting. I quickly raised my head, stood up and saw everyone looking at me, and they were all waiting for a response. "Present, Ma'am! Err... Sir," Most of the students laughed in derision at my error. I immediately removed my hood, unplugged my earphones and confronted the professor with vigilance. "How about you? If you were given a chance at a superpower, what would it be?" What? I do
Chapter 09Call for an AdventureCarter's POV: The minute I got off the bus, I ran and chased Lincoln. Upon my arrival, he vanished. He was not there and I was not able to find him or any trace of his existence. He just magically disappeared out of thin air like a bubble. Did he just teleport himself out to escape? Not only was it just to think about as a blink of an eye, but I'm certain it was Lincoln! First, he took Ricky's key that he found in the woods; second, he jumped into the well from the garden; and now this? Jeez, I no longer know what to think! I don't know what Lincoln was planni
Chapter 10The Siblings' SchemeCarter's POV: "The unknown awaits and its calling for us, so let's delve into the depths of the mystery, unfolding the secrets that lie beyond our sight. I reckon," she answered in a sinister and poetic tone. "Now that is what I call fun! We have a mission! Yipee!" said Ricky with a cheerful voice. He jumped hysterically, and his enthusiasm was greater than I imagined."Uh, What did you just say?" I was taken aback by the confusion."There's no denying that you're as curious as I am. You wouldn't let a day go by with no answers. Would you, Carter?" said Sandra.She then smirked, raised her left eyebrow towards me, indicating a sign to seek my concurrence with what she was trying to determine."What's going on up there? Come down for dinner, children!" Mother ca