Chapter 11 - Hard Life at the Orphanage(2)

'You did something again..." Elizabeth looked at Dorothy, inquiring.
Dorothy was just as curious. It was not the first time when such mysterious things happened. Around them, when they were together, such unusual things kept happening all the time. Still, the two were just as puzzled now. And as usual, they blamed each other, unaware which of them made appear ... that stuff.
Of course, then, as they did each time something curious happened, they looked carefully around to be sure there wasn't someone else to follow them and make these shapes.
'It was you for sure, this time I didn't really do anything. Look, I held my blanket," Dorothy apologized, after making sure there was no one around them.
Elizabeth looked into the bedroom and tried to scare Dorothy:
'Maybe it was Miss Blackwood ... I think I saw her at the window too," she smiled, letting the other realize it was just a joke.
'If it were Miss Blackwood, some horrible little monsters would surely appear. Some of them would be so ugly to make your heart crack with shock, but no more hideous than she is...," Dorothy replied.
'Still, I don't know other witch except her."
'It's not her ... I'm sure she's sleeping now," said the other. 'She's tired all the time, probably because she is almost one hundred and five decades old," the plump girl joked.
Then she yawned widely, ready to swallow the moon at that moment.
'Clark Brown said she might be two hundred," Elizabeth went on.
Hearing these words Dorothy became serious.
'You know very well there is no such thing. There is no being to lives more than 100 years."
'Yes, turtles ... some of them."
'Anyway ..." Dorothy became snippy. 'Miss Blackwood, whether she is or not two hundred years old, she's snoring loudly now. Which we should do as well…let's go to bed. Tomorrow is our day to clear the floors ..."
The girls stood up and dressed up as mummies in those blankets, went down into the attic bedroom. The window made a terrible creaking noise, like a train that had to brake urgently, when Miss Edwards opened it.
'Do you want the witch to come?" Dorothy frowned whispering.
The two girls came down to the room that was too crowded.
Without turning on the light, Dorothy closed the window more carefully than it was opened, very slowly, then she removed the thick woollen blankets and lay down to sleep.
The other girl did the same. The bed, although not very large, was more than enough for the two girls.
'Good night."
'Sleep well."
The two girls closed their eyes and started dreaming divinely, as they smiled in their sleep.
It was not easy to smile in there. All you had to do as a child was to grow to become and adult as soon as possible to face hardships of life before time. Moreover ... getting to do what a child their age should never do.
The girls fell fast asleep because they were exhausted. While they were falling asleep, in the corridor of the orphanage, near the door where they slept with the other seven girls, there was a silhouette walking.
It was the shadow of the person who followed the two girls as they were lying on the roof of the orphanage lost in their thoughts of the constellations.
A shadow projected by a body covered with a black cape, under which only the ends of a dress could be seen and under the hood of which a large, snub nose, full of warts stuck out.
The person hiding under that cape so that no one could discover who she was started to move down that narrow corridor. Two people next to each other could hardly be able to go through.
That person stopped softly at every door, listening to check if there was any noise from the rooms where the children slept.
She lingered some more time by the door of the bedroom where Elizabeth and Dorothy slept. As she did not hear anything, she opened the door very slowly, as it used to make strange noises when opened and stuck her odious and monstrous nose into the room, as if she sniffed around.
The truth is that eyes couldn't help anyway, considering how deep the darkness was in that room. Anyway, that person's eyes followed the direction of the nose ... targeting the two girls' bed, Elizabeth and Dorothy, as if she could see them in the dark.
Brrr ... chill would creep into anyone's spine just thinking they are in bed and someone is at the door or is creeping into the room.
Even adults could get scared, needless to speak about children. Besides, that person knew very well where the girls slept ... she looked straight at them and what is more, she snuffled that area.
Luckily all the kids slept and they didn't see that there was anyone in the room. Fortunately, after a few moments the odd person left the room, closed the door and left further.
Without caring for the other doors on the corridor, the walking cape with stub nose got to the end of the corridor, after which she climbed down the stairs very softly, as if floating on the steps.
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